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Okay, I've been nerd sniped, I'm sorry

NOTE: If you're going to reblog just to say "not reading that" or some other rude shit, DON'T. I've seen so many notifications of people just saying they couldn't be bothered to read it. I don't know if it's just that they don't see how incredibly rude and disheartening that is or if they know and don't care, but either way it really hurts to see, so please don't reblog if it's just to tell me you won't read it.

So let's go through the canonical likelihood they could each beat Goku. For the sake of keeping canon, we'll keep groups/pairs together if they would never reasonably be apart for something like this. Long post below the cut.

So first up are the ones I see that would, without a doubt, beat Goku.

Saiki K

Saiki is an omnipotent psychic/psionic with quite literally every single possible power out there. Now, this on its own isn't enough to beat Goku. Versatility doesn't mean everything, but Saiki is also powerful enough to rewrite the genetics and reality of everything within range, and his range is, so far, "Earth".

So this, on its own, would allow him to rewrite Goku's biology to make him Human. Bye bye zenkai boosts, bye bye Saiyan transformations. And Saiki, with his powers, has no trouble beating a Human of any caliber if he truly wanted to. And for those who ask "Why would he ever fight Goku?"

One simple reason: Goku would sense his immense power, and be excited for a fight. Goku is respectful enough to not force one if he's refused, but he's persistent enough to badger Saiki until he's given a chance. And Saiki, being Saiki, would simply take off one of his limiters, or both, and rewrite reality as such: "Being an alien isn't possible", thereby making it effective immediately that Goku must be lying/insane, and he is, in fact, Human. Easy win for Saiki.

And for those who would argue against this, bear in mind, the funniest way to beat Goku in this instance would be to simply make him weaker than Saiki, and Saiki is a gag character from a gag series, and it's already been shown in the world of Dragon Ball, and again in Dragon Ball Super, that Goku is incapable of defeating a gag character regardless of that characters canonical ability.

Saiki could win without gag character status, but even in the instance of Goku "beating" him, the gag would turn out to be that Saiki only pretended to get beaten, and is actually entirely unharmed because it was the easiest way to get Goku to leave him alone. Followed by a reveal that Goku will still show up now and then to ask for sparring matches, to drive the point home.

Popeye

Gag character. Would get beaten handily, crawl his way to spinach, and then be exactly as strong as he needs to be to take Goku down in however many hits is funniest.

Bugs Bunny

The gag character to end all gag characters. Someone on this hellsite once described Bugs as a "Trickster God who traps us in our own societal expectations" or some such. Like convincing Thanos to remove the Infinity Gauntlet by establishing a security checkpoint with a metal detector and shaming him into cooperating by telling him there's others waiting.

He could beat Goku in a billion ways, and each and every one of them would involve some shenanigan like Goku throwing a spirit bomb, Bugs showing up behind him holding it, saying "Ehhh, can you hold this for a second?" and as soon as Goku takes it and Bugs is off-screen, it would explode and Goku would be a pile of ashes with blinking eyes. Bugs would win because Bugs' gag is that...well, he simply can't be beaten.

The Warner Trio

Gag trio. Yakko, Wakko, and Dot would snark, sass, and sarcastic-joke their way into the scene, and they would spend the entire time poking fun at him, roasting his look, being unfazed by his attacks because "Nice laser show but we didn't bring our glowsticks." and just being too unbothered to care.

They would undoubtedly annoy Goku into admitting defeat simply to get away from them.

Road Runner

Gag character. Would force Goku to chase him, Goku would fire some blasts, chase him around, and inevitably be led right into the path of a blast he fired earlier to be disintegrated by it.

Pop Team Epic

I know nothing about this series except that it is a gag series. They are gag characters. That means Goku is inherently incapable of beating them.

ASDF Guy

Gag character. Could beat Goku with a simple "Hello, Mine-Turtle!" or "I like Trains."

Heart Diagram

Goku was literally killed by a heart virus in Future Trunks' timeline. This is one that has actually canonically already killed Goku.

Chowder

Gag character. Would likely be after S-Cells for some recipe and need to take Goku's as he's "The only Saiyan in this episode!" or some such, thereby ending the fight with a shot of Chowder wearing Goku's Gi for comedic effect while Dahl stirs raw Super Saiyan aura in a pot to hint that Chowder killed Goku for his S-Cells.

Force Ghost Trio

Gag versions of serious characters, and also ghosts. Goku is canonically unable to beat ghosts or gag characters, and these guys are both.

Those are the ones that would, without a doubt, beat Goku.

Now, let's go over the ones that could, potentially, be it likely or unlikely.

Kirby

Kirby is often considered a gag character, but he isn't. He has a very specific level of power, even if that level of power is "fuck you" levels of power. Kirby has beaten Gods, but so has Goku, even more often and with greater ease. However, Kirby has absorption and power-theft. Kirby could, potentially, absorb Goku (he isn't the brightest and Kirby has his unassuming appearance on his side) and take on his strongest form, including its powerup, and given Kirby in base form is likely more powerful than Goku in base form (Goku needed SSJ to scare Supreme Kai, Kirby beats Gods in base), it's possible Kirby would be more powerful than Goku with the same power up.

Kevin McCallister

Okay, hear me out.

Kevin is technically a gag character, BUT. He is not TRULY a gag character. He just happens to be a comedy character.

So he isn't guaranteed to win, but he could still possibly do so. How you ask?

Goku has been somewhat injured or lightly shaken by the following: planet-shattering attacks. Punches that rock the universe. Energy blasts so potent they would destroy entire galaxies.

Goku has been rendered inconsolable from the pain of the following: chest pain and a half-heartedly, boredly tossed pebble.

It is canon that when Goku and the other fighters in the series are expecting an attack or primed for battle, they are protected by their ki, like armor. It's how they're able to knock away attacks that would destroy planets, or put their "bare" hands on plasma energy that would normally burn the skin off you from a mile away let alone touching it.

This is why when Krillin threw the rock at Goku, it left him in agony and bruised him despite Goku being in Super Saiyan form at the time. This is why Chi-Chi is able to injure Goku regardless of how strong he gets.

So, how does this relate to Kevin being able to beat him? It's everything. It's critical information.

Kevin McCallister's entire M.O. is unexpected attacks. You open a door, you see a bucket fall, think it's over, turns out no, second bucket pulled by the first, second bucket is full of paint and open, you're blinded, you get your bearings, you take a step and feel cars, you smirk and step over them only to find marbles, you slip, you land on the cars which turn out to have been rigged to break easier to let loose a single thumbtack which is now firmly stuck in your back or butt. You bolt upright only to slam your head on a 2x4 that was rigged to hang down from a rope when you fell because your impact shook things enough to make it fall from a precarious perch above.

You get the idea. Every time you think it's safe to let your guard down, that's when the next wave hits. So you say "well he would stop letting his guard down" right? You fool. You know nothing of Goku. He would never put his guard UP. This is a human child, Goku can sense his pitiful power level. His strength? His speed? His ki? Weak. Pathetic. Nothing. A scouter wouldn't even register his power it's so low.

Goku never raises his guard to Chi-Chi, or to Bulma, or to Hercule. He does not raise his defense against normal, powerless, non-combative humans.

"BUT KEVIN IS COMBATIVE" No. He isn't. Goku can sense intent, power, and location. But Kevin isn't actively intending to hurt Goku. He's intending to protect himself and his home. He's not actively wanting to hurt Goku, he's just wanting Goku to leave. He doesn't have power to threaten Goku with, so Goku won't pick up on any threatening aura. And while Goku could simply instant transmission to Kevin and do what he will, we're not talking about how Goku could win, we're going over the fact Kevin could POSSIBLY win.

Enough injury and Goku is down for the count. Otherwise, Goku leaves to avoid further injury, and thereby admits defeat. Both cases, Kevin wins.

Shedinja

This one took me...quite a while. I had to do a lot of extra research for this. So, my immediate thought was Shedinja is a Ghost type, so ghost rules, right? Nah. Bug and Ghost type, and they are the physical shell left behind that has been reanimated. So they very much are physical beings, and given their ability to faint in the games and show they are capable of being physically damaged.

But There's a real case to be made for Shedinja beating Goku.

It can learn Ghost type moves, which operate on ghost-logic, and therefore are a canon weakness Goku is known to have. So things like Shadow Ball, Hex, Curse, and the like would all effect Goku regardless of Ki or form.

It also has access to Wonder Guard, which renders it "immune to all damage types that are not Super-Effective". For those unaware, we can actually attribute Typings to Goku's moves based on attributes and traits they share with Pokemon moves. His melee is, by nature, Fighting type, which Shedinja is immune to. In fact, Shedinja is immune to ALL attack types except Flying, Rock, Ghost, Dark, and Fire type moves, which are all Super Effective.

Goku's most common methods would actually fall under Fighting and Normal type attacks. "But his Ki blasts-" would be Normal type moves. You want proof?

Focus Energy is Normal Type. Quick Attack is Normal Type. Self Destruct is Normal Type. Techno Blast is Normal Type. Tera Blast is Normal Type. These are all energy based moves similar to ki blasts. Know what other energy based move is Normal Type? Hyperbeam. Which is almost identical to the Kamehameha and every other beam attack in DBZ.

Those few attacks Goku has that aren't going to be Normal Type will be Fighting Type.

Shedinja is Immune to all Normal and Fighting Type moves. Goku literally can not damage Shedinja, but Shedinja can damage Goku through Ghost Type moves. Shedinja can beat Goku. But why is it not "absolutely will" beat him? Because Goku can also transform his Ki and if he finds out Shedinja is vulnerable to fire, he can and will use that to his advantage.

That's who could potentially beat Goku. Here's who absolutely could not.

Saitama

I forgot to go over Saitama originally so here's the edit that features that analysis. Bear in mind I am saying this as someone who has seen Seasons 1 and 2 of the show AND is aware of some of the events of the manga.

A lot of reblogs over Saitama claim he is a gag character. But there is a case to be made that he is NOT. What is that case you ask? Well, for the sake of fairness, here is how I am handling gag characters: if their gag is in effect in 100% of all cases (such as looney tunes like Bugs or Road Runner) or if the gag is triggered in 100% of all cases (such as Saiki K or Chowder) then they are a True Gag Character and will insta-win.

However, if their gag has failed (such as Wario, or, yes, even Saitama) in ANY case, then it CAN fail again, and the fairest fight is one against two non-gag characters, so we can safely apply non-gag Saitama here since his gag has failed and Goku meets the conditions to cause it to fail again, which I'll explain.

So, first off, how does his gag fail? Well, his gag is that he kills everything instantly in one hit, unless he actively chooses not to. So we can safely say his gag fails if any of the following are true: he fails to instantly kill an enemy with a single hit while intending to do so, OR if he fails to kill an enemy with a serious hit intended to kill.

He meets both of these conditions. Boros survived for several seconds AFTER Saitama hit him with a Serious Punch. It was a single hit that intended to kill...But he didn't kill Boros INSTANTLY with it. Another example of his gag failing, if that doesn't satisfy, is Garou. Garou, in the manga, has survived MULTIPLE Serious Punches with intent to kill. This, on its own, is proof Saitama's Serious Punch does in fact have a limit to its output. It also proves his gag can, and does, fail against certain opponents.

So the next thing we need to look at is similarities between Garou and Boros to identify what they share that could possibly allow them to get around Saitama's gag, or to nullify it entirely. First similarity is that both are determined to have a good, satisfying fight. Boros crossed the stars seeking one, and Garou sought to become a true Monster powerful enough to force every hero, every do-gooder, to unite under one banner just to take him down. They both seek a battle to end all battles, even if Garou's intention is to end it in his favor, not simply enjoy the fight.

The second similarity is that they have incredibly unique circumstances, even by OPM standards. Garou is a man who has always felt love for the bad guy, he looks to the monsters as inspirations, as the misunderstood and the victimized by those claiming to be heroes. He's trained by an S-Class hero, and has developed into a being of unimaginable power in the pursuit of his dream. Very much a true foil to Saitama, who looked to heroes in comics as inspirations, as the righteous and unshakably moral, self-taught through and through and developed into a being of unimaginable power in the pursuit of HIS dream. Garou is, in this way, a reflection of Saitama, the Tails to Saitama's Heads, the dark to his light.

Boros on the other hand is an alien, forced to become strong by his homeworld's unforgiving conditions, developing a level of power necessary to survive and then some, and on realizing he was far too powerful for his own good, he sought purpose, meaning, and when he heard he may find a worthy opponent, he did everything he could to achieve that future, to realize his dream of facing a foe that would give him a true challenge.

So what are the similarities we can identify? Notably unique circumstances even by OPM standards, sharing strong similarities to Saitama's desires or dreams (Garou dreaming of becoming the greatest Monster vs Saitama dreaming of becoming the greatest Hero, Boros feeling lost in life and seeking a worthy foe vs Saitama feeling bored with living and wishing for the sensation of a real fight again), and the desire for a serious and ultimate battle.

Goku fits ALL of these conditions. He is an alien sent to Earth for his protection, grew up in hostile conditions (surviving on his own for most of his childhood, constant battles with Nation-level threats throughout his teen years, constant battles with world or universe-level threats throughout his adulthood), trained extensively until he was the best of the best, has the ultimate dream of a truly satisfying battle (a dream he routinely seeks out by facing down powerful foes), and being entirely bored with mundane life because there's absolutely no challenge to it, not to mention the fact he has the ultimate dream of becoming the strongest, something he shares with Saitama's pre-OPM self.

Since Goku fits ALL the conditions needed to make this battle exempt from the gag, we will NOT be considering it, as Saitama is not a True Gag Character, and Goku fitting conditions for nullifying it means we can assume actual power limits and such.

So let's look at feats of power. Saitama's Serious Side Hop technique allowed him to create AT LEAST 60 after-images (based on the manga panel) which, when compared with Sonic's 4, means Saitama was moving 15x faster than Sonic in that moment (bare minimum). An afterimage like that is created by moving at least 572mph, stopping in each position for at least 1/255th of a second (any less and the human eye can't pick up on it), so by moving from position A to B for 1/255th of a second and back to A, going 572mph between the two, you create the afterimage.

Sonic creates 4 simultaneously, meaning he needs to move to 3 positions and then back to starting position, or go from A to B, B to A, A to C, C to A, A to D, and repeat.

This means Sonic, to move into each of these positions in less than 1/255th of a second, would need to be moving ~4x faster than the speed for one afterimage. That puts him as moving at 2,228mph while creating those 4 afterimages. Given he is capable of Mach 5 speeds (he's said to be hypersonic) this feat is easy for him, as Mach 5 is 3,805mph. I assume, just as it's easier to move at top speed in a straight line than at sharp turns for a normal person, it's likely more difficult to create such consistent afterimages and so the difficulty that makes it his best attack is from the technique and reaction involved, not the speed itself.

In any case, if Saitama made at least 60 afterimages, putting him at 15x faster than Sonic's speed while creating 4, that puts Saitama's speed at 33,420mph just to account for the 60 we can count in the manga panel. This means 33,420 is the MINIMUM speed we can assume for Saitama's max ability. To be generous, given he wasn't winded after doing that and given he was able to react incredibly easily to the near-instant directional changes, I'll be kind and put his maximum speed at 10,000x this number.

That puts Saitama's speed at 334,200,000mph, or 49.8% the speed of light. We'll be kind again and say 50% the speed of light, round up that last .2%

So we have a speed value for Saitama. Now what about Goku? Well, let's look at Goku on Namek, for a moment. Base form Goku, at the start of his fight against Freeza. Goku, BEFORE his super saiyan transformation, was moving at 3.26 (we'll round down to 3) times the speed of light. How do I get this number? Buckle up, it's involved.

The Namekian ship Bulma, Krillin, and Gohan took to get to Namek made it from Earth to Jupiter in "seconds". That means less than a minute, so we'll say it took them 1 minute just to lowball it and to have a solid starting number. Jupiter, when the two planets are at their closest to each other (assuming shorter distance for slower speed, another lowball), is 365,000,000 miles from Earth. This means the Namekian ship moved 365mil miles in 1 minute.

That puts the Namekian ship at a speed of 21.9 billion miles per hour. They made it to Namek in 30 days of travel. The ship Goku took to Namek made the trip in 5 days. That means Goku's ship is 6 times faster than the Namekian ship. Don't worry, the ship speed DOES matter in this, I promise you.

So Goku's ship moves at 131,400,000,000mph. That's 131 billion, 400 million miles per hour. Or 195x the speed of light.

Why does the ship speed matter so much, you might ask?

Because King Kai could visually keep up with the ship. He was able to track Goku's progress with ease, and could see his ships movements without problems. This means King Kai's eyes and brain are capable of perceiving and processing things that move at 195x the speed of light.

Why does that matter? Because Super Saiyan is canonically a 50x multiplier to ALL base ability. Strength, speed, durability, etc.

And Goku, in Super Saiyan, was moving so fast King Kai stated he could no longer keep up. King Kai, capable of seeing and processing the input of vision on a ship moving 195x the speed of light, could not see or process the input of vision on Super Saiyan Goku.

We'll lowball it, and say Goku only needed to move 1 mph faster than 195x the speed of light for King Kai to lose track of him. So whatever value we get, we'll add 1mph to for Goku's base form speed.

So 195x the speed of light +1mph. 195/50=3.9x the speed of light. That's 2,616,900,000mph, adding in the extra mph makes it 2,616,900,001mph. So Base Form Goku moves at ~3.9x the speed of light, ON NAMEK. Super Saiyan is a 50x multiplier, putting him at ~195x the speed of light. Super Saiyan 2 is a 100x multiplier to Base, so 390x the speed of light. Super Saiyan 3 is a 400x multiplier, so 1,560x the speed of light. Super Saiyan God is a 20,000 multiplier so 78,000x the speed of light. Super Saiyan Blue is a 1 million times multiplier, so 3,900,000x the speed of light. And lastly, Mastered Ultra Instinct is a 300 billion times multipler, so 1.17 trillion times the speed of light.

Why did I bother going through all those multipliers? He wins in Base as of Namek saga lol. Anyway, continuing on to strength now that we've established Base Goku on Namek could move 3.9x faster than the Speed of Light while Saitama could only move at 0.5x the Speed of Light.

Strength. Okay. This one is harder to gauge, but we CAN gauge it. We'll go in terms of level of damage, so human level (would be on-par or less than peak human ability), town level (small towns), city level (large cities), nation level (an entire nation, less than a continent), continent level (one or more nations that span an entire continent), world-surface level (the surface of an Earth-sized planet), Planetary (capable of destroying an entire Earth-sized planet), Solar (capable of destroying a solar system), Galactic (capable of destroying a galaxy), multi-galactic (capable of destroying many galaxies), Universal (capable of destroying an entire universe), Multiversal (capable of destroying multiple universes).

We'll start with Goku this time. Goku's punches are, as of the Battle of Gods arc, strong enough to match Beerus perfectly to nullify the shockwaves of Beerus' attacks. Mind you, the mere shockwave of Beerus' attacks are enough to rip and tear the fabric of the universe itself, as stated by Elder Kai. This puts Goku's punches as being powerful enough to tear the fabric of the universe in when he first obtained Super Saiyan God. Why does this matter for Base Goku? Because Base Goku retained his SSJG power, as stated by Beerus.

So Goku in Base, post-battle of gods, is physically capable of punches that can tear apart the universe from the aftershocks alone. This is important to note because Elder Kai could physically feel the shockwaves from the World of the Kais. This makes Goku Universe-level in strength. This means Goku, post-BoG, in Super Saiyan is 50x stronger than what's needed for Universal, while Goku, as of current manga canon (assuming he didn't actually get any stronger since BoG and is simply more powerful due to new transformations) is capable of a form (Mastered Ultra Instinct) that puts him 300 billion times stronger than minimum Universe level strength.

And Saitama? Where does he fit here? Well, I thought this gap would be bigger honestly? But after researching, it seems the gap isn't all that big. Saitama has, canonically, with a Serious Punch, snuffed out an entire cylinder of stars and presumably every planet, moon, asteroid, and more, at a distance surpassing that of our solar system, and with a diameter surpassing it as well. This puts Saitama's power (if we lowball it MASSIVELY) at Solar. He could, in a single punch, destroy our entire solar system, and he wouldn't even need to be serious to do it. It's worth noting this is coupled with Garou's own Saitama-level Serious Punch, so we can assume this level of power is double Saitama's own.

So how do we determine the specifics? Well, he cleared an area large enough to cover, presumably, half the area of stars destroyed in the path of his and Garou's serious punches.

Through future revelations in the series we learn they didn't "destroy" every star in that path, but likely only several were destroyed, and possibly a galaxy, while the remainder of the void left behind was from the shockwave forcing every other star within range into a new position, creating a void in space that all stars had been moved from, save the few that were in the DIRECT path of their attack.

Another theory is that the Serious Punch^2 simply distorted the photons in the area, resulting in the appearance of a massive void, and this theory is based on the angles in the manga and comments made by other characters that paint Earth as the only thing in real danger from the power of the attack.

To be fair to Saitama, where we would lowball Goku, we'll highball Saitama, and say the Serious Punch^2 outright destroyed every star in the area. That level of power would, naturally, have shockwaves that push nearby stars out of the way AND distort photons in the area, resulting in a massive cone of destruction surrounded by a large cylinder of force.

This puts Saitama at, quite easily, multi-galactic level of strength.

But why did I say this gap isn't as big as I expected? One simple thing. Saitama has canonically punched his way into a different dimension in the manga. That means he's capable of brute-forcing his way out of the bounds of his universe. He is capable of physically destroying the fabric of the universe.

Meaning Saitama's strength is, bare minimum, Universal in close proximity. That puts him, strength-wise, on par with Goku, who through training has become stronger than Super Buu (who was so strong he could shout his way out of the Hyperbolic Time Chamber, a dimension separate from our own), meaning Goku is also Universal in close proximity.

So...while I expected Saitama to be ~Planetary, MAYBE he'd be Solar at most...Research indicates he's actually Universal, or near-Universal, meaning the fight may not be too far a gap after all.

Goku may have Saitama beat on speed (given recent manga events in OPM, I'm willing to allow that Saitama is faster than light speed, but Goku having as many forms as he does (Kaioken, which he can combine with other forms and can hit a multiplier of x100 on top of whatever power he currently has, SSJ1-3, SSJG, SSJB, MUI) means even if Saitama matches Base Goku, he's likely not going to stand up to his stronger forms).

But on strength, I'd wager they're close enough for this fight to be one hell of a battle.

What about Durability? After all, all the strength in the world won't save you if you're as easy to kill as a simple bullet to the head, right?

Goku has withstood universe-ripping punches (from Beerus, the God of Destruction, and based on comments in the manga he's one of the stronger Gods of Destruction too), dimension-tearing attacks (from Goku Black, pre-Fusion), energy blasts that even the Gods of Destruction were nervous of (from Jiren during the Tournament of Power), and he survived multiple blasts from Granolah post-wish buff, who was renowned for his sniping power pre-wish, and post-wish was as powerful as he would be if he had spent every single second of the next 147 years training non-stop with the absolute healthiest amount of rest and physical care, making him, presently, as powerful as he would be at the END of that time, with the price paid being that he only had 3 years to live as he lost 1 year of his lifespan for each power boost.

It was also clear that Granolah was the strongest in the universe...at the time of his wish. Goku and Vegeta, who were already on their way, were not as powerful as Granolah even with their transformations. They became stronger during their fight with him, and stronger still during their fight with Gas (who was more powerful than Granolah after Gas transformed and mastered his transformation).

So we can safely assume Goku is Multiversal in Durability, as he himself was able to output Universal damage with each punch, and he was able to survive hits from beings drastically stronger than himself.

What about Saitama? Well, Saitama was able to survive the force of the Serious Punch^2 and he was able to casually bust his way into another dimension. So his Serious Punch, if he wanted it to, could easily destroy the barrier between universes or dimensions.

And given he survived the force of two of them impacting each other, I would put Saitama at, bare minimum, Universe-level durability. But given he was able to survive prolonged battle against Garou, who is a Power Mimic and has shown Saitama-level strength, we can safely assume Saitama is BEYOND Universal-level durability, and so we can put him right there with Goku at Multiversal durability.

So what do we have so far?

Goku has speed equal to, in Base Form, 3.9x lightspeed, and 1.17 trillion times lightspeed in his most powerful form.

Goku has Universal level strength in Base Form, 300 billion times that in his most powerful form.

Goku has Universal durability in Base Form, Multiversal durability in his most powerful form (300 billion times his Base Form's durability).

Saitama has speed equal to, at minimum, 0.5x lightspeed, and at maximum, if we highball it, 2x lightspeed.

Saitama has Universal strength.

Saitama has Universal durability at minimum, and Multiversal durability at maximum.

At this point, I'm convinced the speed difference between Base Goku and Saitama means nothing. Saitama's durability means even with Base Goku moving at his top speed, his impacts won't be enough to beat Saitama. At top speed Base Goku may be putting out Universal damage, but he's not putting out enough to actually BEAT Saitama. Only injure.

Making me rethink my "Goku wins in Base lol" claim earlier, how dare you!

Anyway, at this point, Goku would HAVE to transform to beat Saitama. His ability to sense power and Saitama's evident inability to suppress it (as evidenced by multiple characters sensing his ungodly power even while Saitama is completely relaxed) would mean Goku would know, right away, he needs to transform for the fight.

Saitama's durability means Goku would likely need Super Saiyan 2 or 3, or, more likely, SSJG. Super Saiyan God's multiplier to Granolah-arc Goku, after all of his training with Whis and Vegeta, would most likely be enough to beat Saitama. And given SSJG is enough to "most likely" beat him, then Super Saiyan Blue (aka Super Saiyan God Super Saiyan, the form above SSJG) is surely enough, and Mastered Ultra Instinct (a form drastically more powerful than SSJB) is absolutely more than enough to beat Saitama.

And given Goku's mastery over the Kaioken technique, and he's been shown to enter Kaioken x 20 while in Super Saiyan Blue for fair amounts of time as of the Moro saga, meaning even if SSB wasn't enough, given MUI is overkill, it's possible SSB x10 or x20 would be.

The point being, Goku wins this fight due to a combination of technique, experience, and power from his transformations. Given Goku is faster than Saitama and would sense his power as Saitama doesn't know how to suppress it, nothing Saitama could do would be a surprise attack to Goku, meaning Goku would have ample opportunity to react to everything Saitama does.

And given the relatively similar strengths the two bear, Goku would recognize he needs to transform to beat Saitama's output.

And given Saitama's greater durability than Base Goku, and greater durability than even what Saitama himself can put out, Goku would see he needs to transform to have enough of his own output to beat Saitama's durability.

Conclusion: Goku would absolutely win this fight, BUT...I'll give Saitama credit where it's due.

Out of everyone on the entire list, Saitama is the fairest matchup here, and the one most likely to give Goku a truly satisfying fight, given it would be a battle on par with those Goku has enjoyed most.

Kingdom Hearts Mickey

K.H. Mickey has a clear power limit and ability set. He is not strong enough, fast enough, smart enough, or durable enough to beat Goku, but he is just enough of a threat for Goku to actually put his guard up, which is why K.H. Mickey would lose; Goku would see it as a fight, unlike with Kevin.

Crash Bandicoot

Crash isn't nearly powerful enough to be a threat to Goku, but he IS insane enough to push Goku to hostility. Goku would feel the need to put effort into getting him away and that is his downfall.

Hatsune Miku

Goku would assume she is a Red Ribbon android and fight her on assumption she's trying to kill him or bring harm to Earth. He would hit her full force expecting her to tank it and she would keel over dead instantly.

Wario

Everything he could possibly do, the Red Ribbon Army has tried and done better, and they've never beaten Goku. Neither would he.

Sans

Lost to a child with slightly above average human determination, and standard human strength and speed. He does not beat Goku.

And just because you specifically told me not to @ you, have this :)

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nyuzip · 5 months

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˚₊‧ 박종성 ─ sweater szn pt. 2 ✧ jay / park jongseong

엔하이픈 𓂃 femreader ★ fluff ★ not proofread , wc 335 sum: continuation of the last part, check here. where your boyfriend jay gives you his sweater and he loooves seeing you wear it.

you opened your closet, overwhelmed by the clutter of clothes. your only objective was to find something warm but the whole place was a mess. you first tried glancing over at the sweater section where you then spotted a light gray sweater of jay’s that he gave you a month ago. seeing him in your mind brought a smile to your face. you gently pulled the sweater out of the stacked pile and onto your bed where you had the rest of the outfit planned. his scent still permeated the room, and it smelt like home.

the outfit was finally completed; the sweater pulled everything together, i mean, jay’s fashion was just amazing; anything he wears goes well with your closet no matter what. you were on your way to see him in the first place. you giggled at the thought of him going insane seeing you wear his sweater again – it was his weakness after all.

parked outside of his apartment, jay walked out in the most boyfriend-fit ever. with his messy blonde hair, his black sweater fell perfectly tucked into his dark blue jeans. his sleeves rolled up revealing his toned arms that slightly showed his veins. saying it was attractive was an understatement. almost had you drooling just watching him coming towards the car.

as he entered the car, getting comfortable in the passenger seat, you held the end of his face with your hand, his cheeks puffed, “why is my boyfriend so fine?”

he looked at you with endearment in his eyes. “and why is my girlfriend so pretty?”

you both hum with a smile as an answer to each other.

jay then turned his attention to your outfit and noticed that you were wearing his sweater. his eyes lit up at the sight of it. “baby you’re wearing my sweater again.”

“i am. why?” you questioned him excited to hear what his answer would be.

he gave you a quick peck on the lips, “looks amazing on you as always.”

authors note: hey! sorry for the long wait! i've been occupied with finals but now i'm officially on winter break eeee :-0 i have some fics planned! jake *cough* heeseung *cough* so yeah!! please stay tuned for those #followme

NYUZIP 2023 ─ do not use/steal my work

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sturniolowhore · 5 months

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☁️ BROTHER'S BEST FRIEND #3

summary ⎯ venus has had her eyes on her brother's best friend chris for as long as she can remember but she is far too scared that's all she is to him, his best friend's little sister. what happens when she realises he sees her in a different light and how will she and chris keep it hidden from her brother who has always told his friends never to meddle about with his sister.

part one! ♯ part two! ♯ part four! ♯ part five! ♯

part six!

warnings ⎯ suggestive and sexual, eventual smut, chris x fem!oc, fluff, cursing, kind of angst (?)

A/N ⎯ finally working on something with parts to it so i'm excited!! as a reminder, leo and venus do not exist irl, i just chose any random names for the sake of the story.

i hope you enjoy <3

❛ ━━･❪ ִ ࣪𖤐 ❫ ･━━ ❜

it's been almost a week since whatever happened on leo's birthday and venus has been unable to get chris out of her head. she's always been unable to get him out of her head but ever since that interaction and his words to her brother, it's gotten so much worse. she thinks about him all the time. she doesn't even know how to act to the point whenever he comes over to their house or she goes over to his, she tries her best to avoid him so she doesn't make a mess out of everything.

she's well aware he's currently at her house because she heard him laugh with leo as they walked to his room a while ago. she chose not to greet him like she usually does and waited until he was fully away in leo's room before she did anything. it's been a few hours since he's been here and she's getting a little hungry so she begins to head to the kitchen. the lights are all shut and there isn't much light coming in from outside so she doesn't even see chris in the kitchen until she flickers the switch.

she curses at the sudden presence and of course he laughs loudly, "sorry saturn, i would have turned the light on if i knew you'd get scared but i thought you were still hibernating in your room."

"i'm not hibernating in my room, whatever the fuck that means," she laughs at his words and shakes her head, moving to lean against the counter.

"really? i feel like i haven't seen you in forever, you're always in your room whenever i come over. are you okay?" his voice shift to one that is laced with concern and it honestly makes her melt; he's just so sweet when he needs to be and it never fails to amaze her just how in tune he is with the emotions of his loved ones.

she gives him a soft smile, "i'm fine, i've just been feeling lazy the past few days."

okay so she's lying but she has no idea what else she can say without revealing her feelings. it's not as though she can confess how she's been avoiding him because his words and everything about him is driving her insane. she starts to think again and doesn't realise the way she zones out or even hear whatever chris' response is.

"venus?" it's her actual name that snaps her out of it.

not many people close to her call her by her name, they all have some nickname of some sort that has always stuck, but there's just something about the way it sounds coming from chris. it sounds soft and beautiful and even though he rarely ever calls her venus, it sounds normal. when other people say it, it sounds foreign to her ears and she doesn't quite register it but with chris it seems so natural.

"sorry what?" she looks at him and notices he's a lot closer now, only a few steps away with worry engulfing his eyes and clouding his expression.

"hey, what's wrong? something's off," his voice is so soft, she almost wants to reach out and pluck the sound from the air despite how impossible that is.

"i'm just thinking," she shrugs and the frown on his face expands and she instantly regrets it; she hates seeing him upset more than anything.

and then he shatters her heart entirely, "did i do something wrong?"

"what? no chris of course not, you've done nothing i promise," she shakes her head as quick as she can, hating the fact that her overthinking has caused him to doubt his actions for even a minute.

"i just feel like you've been avoiding me or some shit," he almost whispers and she regrets everything.

she feels so selfish for letting a small moment come between them when she doesn't even know what the moment means in the first place. chris has noticed her avoiding him and he thinks it's his fault. god she needs to get a hold of herself.

he doesn't even stop there, brushing a hand through his hair and continuing, "you can tell me if i did something saturn, i'm not going to flip out or anything. i just want to make sure you're okay."

and she knows he would never do anything like that but the fact that chris believes she thinks otherwise is completely breaking her heart. he's a fucking angel in her eyes and that's putting it lightly.

how gentle he's being with her makes her want to tell him everything. it's stupid she finds herself thinking but he sounds so welcoming and trusting, her heart instantly wants to hand itself to him.

"you said something the other night..." she starts and he raises his brows but she gets too scared to say anything so she takes it back within seconds, "nevermind i'm just being paranoid."

his hand brushes her shoulder and she feels a surge of electricity flow through her body at the brief contact, "tell me what i said. i never meant to hurt you."

"you never hurt me chris i promise, you just made me think," she continues, running in circles because she's terrified he won't react in the way she wants.

now he's really confused, racking his brain for anything he could have said that would have made her think and act differently towards him. his outcome is nothing, if anything she's the one who said something that made his head spin both in the moment and in the days following.

"think? saturn i can't make sense of this if you don't tell me what happened," he points out and she knows it's true but does she even want him to make sense of it?

"when leo walked in on us, you- look you said something about you flirting with me and me just cutting you off. this is going to be so embarrassing if i'm reading too much into it," she breathes in lightly and chris suddenly puts two and two together in his head.

"are you asking me if i want you to flirt with me? if i'm actually flirting with you?" he tries and she nods so slowly, he almost misses it but not quite because of how trained his eyes are on her.

"saturn..." there's a pause and venus mentally scolds herself because she thinks it's all over and she's ruined everything by letting her mind play tricks on her, by foolishly forcing herself to think there's something between them when there isn't.

but then he steps closer and reaches a tentative hand out to touch her face and she swears her world goes thoroughly still and the only presence she recalls is the two of them stood in the middle of the kitchen. his hand fits her face so perfectly, almost as though it was made to rest there. he allows it to linger there for a few moments before he leans forward and presses his lips to hers.

it takes a few seconds for her to process what's going on and come to the realisation that this isn't happening inside her head like one of her many late night fantasies, that it's as real as day. when she does register the feeling, she kisses back with ease.

their lips fit together like two adjacent puzzle pieces and the feeling they get when they move against each other is like one they have never experienced before. time feels frozen around them and nothing else matters. it's just them and the brush of skin on skin with no other cares in the world. they'll cross other bridges when they get to them like leo but all they care about right now and when they pull apart is one another.

"does that answer your questions?" he smiles at her and god, she feels like she's floating.

"more than answers them," she responds with a grin and he moves his hand to place loose strands of her hair behind her ear before his hand remains on her face, brushing against it gently.

"god, you're so pretty ma," he tells her and her inner child and current self is on cloud nine from both the kiss and his words.

but then her mind travels to leo and the way all of this even started. he seemed annoyed with them when they weren't even kissing so how would he react if he knew they actually did? how would he react if he could see them right now?

"chris we can't do this, leo will kill us, especially you," she whispers but he doesn't move his hand or stop the delicate circling against her skin.

"he doesn't have to know," he smirks in response and how on earth can she say no to that?

"okay," she breathes out but then there's still a little something bothering her that she can't ignore no matter how much she wants to.

chris picks up on it immediately, "you don't want this? you're still wary about something."

she shakes her head at him, of course she wants this, she would be a fool not to. it's the opposite actually, "that's the problem. i do want you. i just don't want this to be something where we don't kiss and tell and leave it at that. i actually really like you and i don't want either of us to get hurt."

she's genuinely surprising herself with the way she's communicating right now; she's not usually one to talk about her problems but the soft reassurance chris provides her makes it so easy to do so.

he laughs at her lightly, a smile playing at his lips, "you think i don't like you? i've been hung up on you for fucking years. why do you think i'm always flirting with you or finding an excuse to touch you?"

"because you're a horny fuck?" she jokes and he rolls his eyes at her.

before he can scold her for her reply, she connects their lips again. his hand instantaneously finds her waist whilst his other rests on her neck. she could get lost in the sensation and he isn't far behind, craving the rush even as he experiences it. he wants more and more and he's sure he's never going to get over this, any of it.

he smiles into the kiss at the thought of being able to feel this as many times as he wants, "i'm never going to stop now that i have you."

"tough, i'm going back to my room and you better go back to lee before he wonders why you're taking too long," she pulls away from him with a teasing grin.

"no goodbye kiss?" he pouts adorably and oh god, she was already down so fucking bad for him but this is going to take it to another extreme.

she pulls him into a short yet very sweet kiss and he smirks, "i knew you couldn't resist me."

"keep it in your pants darling," she laughs and he fucking groans.

and then she walks away, sauntering away and making sure to sway her body more than usual. sue her if you will but now that she knows the feelings are mutual, she's going to make the most of every little thing.

❛ ━━･❪ ִ ࣪𖤐 ❫ ･━━ ❜

tags: @mattslolita

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tinted-skies · 2 years

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small confessions with dream

Mark `~ Mark was blabbing about how good Justin Bieber's new song was, commenting on how perfect the lyrics were and how he couldn't wait to learn its melody on the guitar. You, however, just sat there, passively nodding, not matching his energy at all.

"You haven't listened to the song yet, have you?" He asked, finally noticing your lack of excitement.

"I just don't really care about him that much to be honest..."

Mark's jaw dropped, making you genuinely worried that he would dislocate it.

After the initial shock he'd be chill about it, respecting your opinion. But once you show the tiniest bit of interest in the artist, you can bet he'll show up a day later with a playlist (or maybe even a mixtape) of his favourite songs.

Renjun `~ It was around midnight when Renjun sent you a reddit post. OP claimed to have seen a real ovni, which made you giggle.

You joked around the topic with your boyfriend, believing his comments were just as sarcastic as yours. But soon enough, you realised that wasn't exactly the case.

"I don't believe in aliens, though..." You confessed, which lead to him leaving the text app. Was he really leaving you on read over this-

And in a milisecond he was back, flooding you with articles, videos and podcasts with "genuine proof" of alien life.

After that night, Renjun made it his life mission to make you see his point of view. And it honestly didn't even surprise you when you once watched him scroll on his phone only to find out that he was part of alien stan twitter.

Jeno `~ "I'm never, ever, doing this again." A voice echoed, followed by the front door slamming shut.

Yet another friend who gave up on being Jeno’s workout partner... You couldn't really blame them though, you had heard that things could get intense during bike day. In Jaemin's own words, Jeno ran "that shit like the military" and to be honest you didn't even know whether you found that insanely attractive or just straight up scary.

After giving his friend a very dramatic eye roll, his eyes dropped on you, the look on his eyes shifting from annoyance to... determination?

No, no, no, no no. No way in hell you would "tagg along" in his "fun bike rides". You knew better than to fall for that.

"I don't even know how to ride a bike, so don't get any ideas." You revealed, hoping that would save you ass. But much to your dismay your confession had the exact opposite effect, instanly leading to him dragging you outside to teach you.

The days after, you wouldn't get a break, him forcing you to go on mandatory bike dates since they were "good for practice".

Haechan `~ It was around 4 in the morning, meaning that everyone at the dorms was asleep. Everyone except you, who stood in the kitchen, water glass in hand.

The dead silence of the night was soon interrupted by the sound of someone tiredly dragging their feet. Haechan entered the kitchen, rubbing his eyes while letting out a yawn. It took him a while to spot you, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion once he did so.

"Can't sleep when I'm stressed..." You explained quietly, to which he nodded understandingly. Although never having faced the stress of finals, he could imagine it to be similar to the stress he felt during comeback season.

"You know what I normally do when I can't sleep?" He whispered walking closer to you, voice rough as he had just woken up.

"Play overwatch." He answered his own question.

"I've never played overwatch, though..." You confessed, your words making Haechan smile softly.

He had waited for this moment for a very long time, the two loves of his life were finally meeting and he suddenly felt like he was on the clouds.

He guided you to his room, turned on his computer and taught you how to play. You played in the dark of his bedroom until the sun started peaking through the courtains.

Jaemin `~ He could swear agreeing to come pick you up had been the best decision of his life.

You had just got out of your best friend's party and were a bit tipsy. Jaemin had never really seen you like this before but boy was he in for a treat. He had always found you extremely entertaining but the drinks seemed to have taken away your inhibitions, complete nonsense coming out of your mouth. He almost had to stop the car a few times from how hard he was chuckling.

Right now you were ranting about how hard relationships were and how happy you were for not being in one.

"Hate to break it to you, baby, but we're dating." He interrupted.

"Oh- yes! You're right! About that- don't get me wrong, I really, really loooove PDA..." He glanced at you curiously before looking back at the road, intrigued.

"However-... I prefer it when we're alone." You concluded your confession with hesitation, not wanting to hurt his feelings, but Jaemin could only smile at your words.

"Damn, I always knew English wasn't your biggest strenght but you know what PDA stands for, right?"

"Of course I do" You answered dramatically, taking his words to heart. "Public display of affection." You stated proudly.

You really were a mess tonight and if you kept talking, then he was sure his cheeks would start hurting from smiling so much. You really were going to be the death of him...

Chenle `~ You and Chenle had plopped on the couch after having lunch together and had no intentions of getting up any time soon. Both of you barely moved the entire evening, just lazily scrolling through your phones.

Getting bored of every other app on your phone, you clicked on twitter. When you saw a tweet announcing Seventeen's new comeback you let out an excited squeal, catching Chenle’s attention. He raised an eyebrow at you but decided not to question it, simply smiling at your cuteness before going back to the game on his phone.

The way he looked at you had made you a bit shy, but all of that was forgotten when you came across a certain fancam.

Your eyes slightly widened at the sight, your boyfriend really was a great performer, no matter how many times you watched him on stage, you would always find it mindblowing. Not to mention this choreo had always been one of your favourites and damn, you really were a sucker for his black hair...

Before you knew it, you had seen the damned video 4 times already. It was muted but you could swear you could listen to it perfectly in your head.

Nevertheless, you decided to unmute it, instanly regretting it when the sound blasted off your phone. Slightly panicking you paused the fancam but, much to your dismay, Chenle had already recognized the song.

This made him move closer to you, glancing at your phone only to confirm his suspicions. He stared at you with a look of disbelief, nodding in disappointment.

"For fuck's sake, Y/N, it's been 2 years already! Get over it!" He shouted jokingly before getting up and leaving your side.

"I just think Ridin' was your best era, okay?" You called out just as loud, confessing dramatically what he already knew.

Jisung `~ He hated morning recording sessions. He had to go on the SUV all alone and sing the same lines over and over again while barely awake. Today's session had wasted 3 hours of his day, but fortunately he was now finally free.

Jisung arrived to the dorm only to find you already there, on the kitchen table with two cups of coffee and a pile of pancakes on a plate. He awed at the way you not only had gotten up super early, but also had been waiting for him so you could eat breakfast together.

At that moment he swore you were the best friend anyone could ever ask for.

"What's all of this?" He asked as he sat in the chair in front of you. You felt yourself softening upon hearing his raspy voice.

You and Jisung were very close but it wasn't often that you'd be so straightforward at expressing your affection towards each other.

That being said, you were truly taking a risk by setting this whole scene up, which didn't go unnoticed by your best friend, who couldn't help but wonder if your actions had any kind of second intentions. And although you didn't really want to admit it... deep down you guessed they did.

"Ahmn..." You pondered your next words. "I just like you, I guess..." You shrugged it off, deciding to keep the situation nonchalant.

Your sudden confession was subtle (and painfully honest), yet broad enough to leave the boy wondering if your words meant something more. And they did, but he didn't have to know it just yet.

Little did you know that Jisung was fighting the urge to reveal that he felt the same exact way about you. <3

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mlbigbang · 1 year

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2022 Post-Reveal Fic Rec List

It's the end of the year which means it's finally time for the ML Big Bang's yearly fic rec lists! We're really excited to bring you our contributors' favourite fics started this year to supply you with plenty of reading material while you're waiting for the Big Bang fics' publication in January.

seven is my lucky number by @miabrown007 49,000 words, Teen, 14/14 chapters

“Dating you, platonically, and moving in with you, platonically, that’s definitely optimal! No problem at all!” Chat Noir said to Ladybug, and realistically, it should have been true. He was having a crush on Marinette for the longest time. *** aka post-reveal pre-relationship roommates. but is it really pre-relationship if they are fake-dating?

"It has some very fun dynamics going on both between Adrien and Marinette and them and the rest of the cast, and some of the most insane [positive] Adrien characterisation I've seen."

"A lovely, fun, roommates-PRPR-fake-dating-college AU that is incredibly well written! It also comes with a playlist, which is fun."

"HILARIOUS. One of my personal favorite things is when the lovesquare is being stupid, and they are oh so very stupid in this /pos."

Making Plans and Other Funny Jokes by @valiantlyjollynightmare 1,367 words, Teen, 1/1 chapter

Alya is stuck in the middle of Adrien and Marinette's proposal and she can't even. But she tries. In which Adrien tries to propose to Marinette, and Alya does her best to make him wait until after Marinette proposes to him.

"Alya ft the Big Adrinette Propose-Off!! this fic is extremely cute, with Alye meddling, for a change, to stop Adrien from proposing before Marinette can do it. hilarity ensues"

5 Times Marinette Dupain-Cheng Confessed to the Wrong Twin (and 1 Time She Didn't) by @sunfoxfic 15,000 words, Teen, 6/6 chapters

Now that Hawk Moth has been unmasked and Paris is settling into a supervillain-free daily routine, Marinette and Adrien's lives couldn't be more difficult. Adrien has no money — Gabriel's accounts were frozen — and Marinette needs out of her house because she's never been more at risk of her parents discovering her identity. Luckily, Félix is looking to move far, far away from home after learning that he's a sentimonster, and Paris is where he's decided to settle. And what's wrong with having a couple roommates, after all?

"Moving together with Adrien is something Marinette can be so cool about. Moving together with Félix can't be more challenging than that. Except, when she tries to finally confess her feelings to her long-time crime fighting partner, and stumbles onto the wrong twin 5 times."

Passengers by @valiantlyjollynightmare 84,841 words, Teen, 19/19 chapters

With Gabriel Agreste behind bars, Emilie Agreste in a coma, and Ladybug and Chat Noir’s identities revealed to the world, the two heroes found bitter satisfaction in their victory. Left dealing with too much at once, both focus too hard on pleasing everyone else to take care of themselves as well. Coming to the conclusion that, if they want to be able to help anyone else, they need to help themselves first, Marinette decides it is time for a much-needed break. So she suggests going as far from Paris as possible. And despite his reluctance, Adrien agrees. Heading towards Provence without any real preparations for the trip, they will discover old towns and quaint villages, explore fields of lavender, and finally talk about their feelings. What awaits them is the comfort of one another, a lot of shenanigans and fun, and more than one hotel room with a single bed for them to share.

"PRPR and a roadtrip to the French countryside, what more could I ask for? this fic is so cute and the writing is beautifully evocative. it makes you feel like you're sitting right next to Adrien and Marinette and discover the importance of taking a break from the passenger seat"

Adrien's guide to hamster acquirement by @pauliestorylover 1,367 words, General, 2/2 chapters

“Adrien, mi armour,” Marinette said slowly. “Did you steal a hamster? Again?” There was a hamster in the bathroom.

"Adrien steals hamsters. Need I say more?"

Adrien and His Kittens by @mikauzoran 3,715 words, Teen, 1/1 chapter

When Adrien has to cancel on Marinette because one of his foster-children is sick, she comes over to have dinner with the family and help take care of the kids. She also helps Adrien realize that he can have everything he’s always wanted without having to give anything up.

"Adrien being an amazing dad and Marinette being an amazing girlfriend. Such a soft fic!"

Like a princess by plikki 1,024 words, Teen, 1/1 chapter

As he helps his fiancé to get dressed for a gala, Adrien can't help thinking about the reverse process afterwards.

The domesticity and their sheer love hit me hard

Learning to See by @jennagrinsoverml 16,264 words, Teen, 3/? chapters

After 10 days of blind dating in the pods, Adrien and Marinette chose each other and got engaged. But the face to face reveal has thrown them for a loop. For Marinette, she came on this show to get over Adrien, and now she unknowingly fell for him again. She fears that he'll never be able to reconcile his love for Thesis with his platonic feelings for his very good friend Marinette. For Adrien, he's always loved Ladybug and wanted to be closer to Marinette, but he knows Adrien's always made her uncomfortable. He worries that the reveal of his identity has caused her to regret choosing him. They're together but they're still pining away, thinking they feel more than the other does. Will they learn to talk openly and vulnerably, the way they used to in the pods? Or will their insecurities drive them apart?

"This is a part 2 to a previous year's big bang fic and I've been hooked since the beginning!"

Adrien "Featherboi" Agreste by GoosefaceXD 2,049 words, General, 1/1 chapter

Hawkmoth, Shadowmoth, whatever his name is, has finally been defeated. Not only that, but Adrien is a sentimonster. Understandably, it's a rather touchy subject for the two of them. Until Ladybug does a Marinette and calls Chat Noir "feather boy".

"Ladybug and Chat Noir know each other's identities. They also have recently found out that Chat Noir (and, therefore, Adrien) is a sentimonster. There's a lot to be upset about from that. Too bad Chat keeps making bad jokes about it, ruining Ladybug's existential crisis she's having on his behalf. Also too bad she (accidentally) started it. A quick one-shot that's equal parts funny and angsty. A little identity crisis isn't going to stop Chat from being Chat, and that means puns. Lots of puns."

NSFW works

The Moment by @miraculouslymundane 1,786 words, Mature, 1/1 chapter

When was the right moment to tell your superhero partner(platonic) that you've actually been dating for months? Theoretically speaking. When Adrien and Marinette start dating, Adrien also starts noticing a lot of strange similarities between his superhero partner and his new romantic one. As the months stretch on, the coincidences become harder to ignore.

"It's so sweet and so good!!!"

But Can We? by @miraculouslymundane 915 words, Mature, 1/1 chapter

Leaving Ivan and Mylène’s, Adrien and Marinette walked hand in hand back to their place. They tried not to count baby strollers as one after another passed them by. Just a lil thing for a baby fever prompt

"It's so sweet!"

#miraculous #miraculous ladybug #adrinette #adrienette #prpr #adrien agreste #marinette dupain cheng #post-reveal #fic recs #ml fic recs #ml big bang #ml big bang 2022

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toomuchracket · 1 year

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okay but I would love your thoughts on what the boys reactions are when flatmate! matty and you finally get together!!

like obviously they wouldn't be shocked, I imagine they even had a bet on but I would love if just one of them was genuinely flabbergasted. in my mind it's ross bc he just seems oblivious and takes mattys incessant "we're just close mates!!!" seriously bc him and matty are just close mates so why wouldn't you be?

I imagine you invite them all over and matty makes them sit down and you go make tea and coffee for everyone. you bring it in and sit next to matty and go "okay so we have some news-" and matty is just so fucking excited he interrupts you and just goes "WE'RE DATING SHES MY GIRLFRIEND AND WE'RE IN LOVE" and you're like "babe!!! woah!!! give the men a second to breath!! (but i love you too that was very sweet)" The immediate reaction is a groan from George, a smile from Adam and a completely shocked face from Ross. at first matty is like "George??? that's the worst reaction ever?? you're meant to be my best mate and-" George just cuts him off and goes "matty I am really happy for you but couldn't you have got together literally a week later? now I adam £20." this causes him and Adam to burst out laughing whilst you and matty just sit there shocked (Ross is also shocked but that's because he still hasn't processed that you're together lol)

Ross eventually says "...but you always said you were just mates???" and Adam is like "Ross love, seriously did you see them in bed together cuddling? or how about when they dance in the kitchen together when they make breakfast and tea for eachother? or when matty hears her sniffle once and goes bat shit crazy and gets 200 tissues and loads of cough sweets? it was pretty fucking clear those two idiots were head over heels!" the whole time they've been looking at eachother during this convo so Ross looks over to you two for confirmation of this shocking turn of events and just sees you staring longingly into eachothers eyes and he's like "fucking hell have they always looked at eachother like that?" and adam and George just do a slow nod and Ross says "god I'm stupid"

aaaaaaaah this shit is SO CUTE. kind of obsessed with the idea that adam's the first to know/notice that you and matty are in love with each other actually - like because he's so easy to talk to and kind, both you and matty inadvertently end up just letting your guards down a bit and gushing about the other to adam. and he doesn't say anything to either of you about how the other feels, he just does a classic adam hann knowing look (you know the vibe) and waits to see how long it'll take one of you to admit it. and then adam and george are chatting in rehearsal one day and you and matty are being cute with each other in the corner (fuck knows where ross is... off somewhere being sexy as per usual probs), and george nudges adam and goes "look at the pair of them" and he tells adam about how domestic the two of you are at home and that he had said you were like a married couple. adam's like "they've both been pining for the other to me for years its insane. maybe now you've said something they'll realise and get together now. i bet it'll happen this weekend". george is like "hmmm no they're both too stubborn to admit it so soon. give it another week to sink in" and they literally put a bet on it lmao. but i don't even think it's like a planned reveal when they find out you and matty are together, i think the boys are just over at the flat chilling and you and matty kiss in front of them (like how you used to do head kisses, just a casual kiss on the lips as you pass each other) and the boys are like WHAT WAS THAT and matty's like "oh yeah we're a thing now turns out we've been in love with each other for a while lol. but now it's official" and then the exchange about the bet happens, like you said. ross really is in shock though - he's like "i've played wingman for both of you so many times??? you were in love with each other and living in the same flat and i was wingmanning you so you could take other people home???" and matty's like "yeah lol we both literally just realised on saturday night that it was requited love". and ross thinks for a minute and goes "wait i literally wingmanned you on saturday night WTF???" and you're like "yeah and then he came in to ask me for a condom and decided he wanted to shag me instead lol" and matty's like "babe please it was making love not shagging" and the boys are like "ok we're happy for you but please shut the fuck up now" lmao <3

#mads answers asks #mads muses #matty asks #fluff asks #flatmate!matty

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demetriandelibinaryboyfriends · 8 months

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WAIT UR THE ‘demitri and eli take a gay little road trip to find miguel’ GUY?? I LOVE THAT FIC OMG

YES HI I'm That Guy!!! That's my fic!!! Thank you for still noticing and reading it!!! <3 <3 <3

TBH it hasn't been getting a lot of comments or interaction lately, so I wasn't sure if people were still following it or really thinking about it much D: I definitely am going to continue and I have pretty solid plans up through about Chapter 13, but I got caught up in good old Adult Things (got a car part stolen and had to speedrun finding a job, and by some insane miracle I landed a good one???) and had to sorta get my life together for a while. I was also pretty bummed and discouraged that the Elimetri fandom kinda fizzed out after S5, and the hype that was there after S3 and S4 seems few and far between these days </3 And when someone DOES show up and get hyped about my boys, it always seems like they get bored after like 2 weeks and vanish into the ether again D: I feel like an immortal roaming the ruins of a once great and thriving civilization akjsalksufhdulrh

BUT ALL THAT TO SAY this is really encouraging <3 <3 Love that people are still invested, and now that my life has stabilized a bit, I may actually get Chapter 7 done ^^; The canon Mexico plotline was the most underwhelming thing I've ever seen in my entire life (and Season 5 as a whole and I just...did not really Vibe for a lot of reasons), and it's frustrating because like!!! Why would you introduce this grand epic quest for Miguel to find his dad and learn about his Dark Past™️ and then have it be over in 5 minutes and reveal nothing interesting whatsoever about Hector!!! Like if the point was to have Johnny prove he could be a good father figure to Miguel after all and to cause conflict between Miguel and Sam, then there were like...ways to do that without yeeting Miguel to another country with no ultimate character development or narrative payoff :/

And they really expect me to believe Miguel and Robby sat in petty stony silence the whole several-hour drive home and didn't even try to talk through ANY of their issues??? Didn't have ANY road trip bonding whatsoever??? WHAT A FUCKING WASTE. LAME.

ANYWAYS. I know a lot of people were against the Mexico subplot from the jump (mainly because of the potential problematic directions the show could go with it I think), but I might have been in the minority in being excited for it and thinking it had a lot of potential to see a world outside the Valley. Potential which it...did not fill at all. Like at least show us what sketch-ass shit Hector actually DOES!!! My god!!! Also not Robby being like "I wanna make things right with Miguel!!!" and then...clearly not doing that. Like considering their apartment brawl later was the first time Robby has shown onscreen remorse for what he did to Miguel, Robby didn't even apologize in the car ride on the way back??? Or speak a single word to Miguel about the whole, like...Paralysis Incident??? For all Miguel knows, Robby was tagging along just for kicks ajhdsukhfuyh

The whole thing is a mess tbh. I blame rushed production for S5. Deadass thank god for the writer's strike??? Maybe with more time for the writers to actually do their jobs, S6 will give its plotlines some room to breathe.

SO YES, long story short, I wanna do this plot thread some justice and also have my OTP be gay as shit the whole time <3 And give Miguel the epically dangerous adventure of self-discovery he deserves while ultimately still showing him he is very loved and does not need his shitty biological dad!!! God bless!!!

Thank you again for sliding into my inbox about this fic, I am always looking for motivation to keep going with it :D

(For anyone who doesn't know, the first 6 chapters of the fic in question are posted on my AO3, SummerPhlox!)

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sailforvalinor · 9 months

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Val! I've been playing KHD and just finished up the manga connected to it, and goodness I have thoughts. Conflicting thoughts, mostly about Roxas. So, it got me wondering what your thoughts are on Roxas, nobodies in general, and KH3. The whole storyline feels messy to me, but that probably makes it all the more compelling to me. Why do I do this to myself? Anyway, as you know I love hearing your thoughts on stuff, so I thought I'd ask. I know you're either have already started school or about to, so no pressure with answering. Take your time. I hope you're adjusting okay to your new surroundings and that you're having a lot of fun too. :)

Waugh that's so exciting! I've read the Chain of Memories novelization, but otherwise I've not actually had the chance to read any of the mangas--I'll have to keep an eye out.

As for thoughts on Nobodies, yeah, I agree the storyline does feel messy at times, yet still so so compelling! I think the guiltiest party for me in that respect is how it's revealed in KH3 that Nobodies are capable of regrowing hearts. Because that seems to contradict everything we know about Nobodies from previous games, but if you actually go back and look at those games, there are actually a lot of hints about this--Axel caring about Roxas and Xion at all, "Roxas, are you sure you don't have a heart?", Saix being capable of feeling betrayed by Axel, Vexen displaying panic and annoyance, Namine's entire character arc, Xigbar/Luxu even being capable of playing his long game at all. Some members are more emotionless than others (Xaldin and Marluxia, I'm looking at you), but why would you even want a heart if you didn't feel any emotions? Desires are driven by emotions--one can't really exist without the other.

The terrifying thing about this is that the Organization members seem to rationalize this away (Axel especially) by saying that they are remembering what it used to be like to feel emotions and trying to project that onto their present moment, an idea so specific and bizarre that I can only think it was perpetuated by Xemnas to keep them from figuring out the truth. But of course it's not true--Namine has no memories, how could she feel loneliness?

As for ideas about Roxas, by the end of 358/2 Days he is so attached to Xion, so so angry, so human, that I almost wonder if he hadn't completely grown his own heart by then. He still had to go back to Sora so he could be recompleted, but that explains why he haunts both Sora and the narrative so much, especially in DDD.

I think the same goes for Xion, but perhaps even more so, when you consider that she was never actually a Nobody--just a replica using Sora's memories of Kairi as a blueprint. I suppose that since we know she was created without a heart, she is essentially a Nobody, but I have to imagine that having Sora's memories pouring into her head all the time gave her a bit of a boost. (Wait, does this mean Replica Riku didn't have a heart either? Somehow I've never thought about that.)

I think Axel was also pretty dang close, he was just in severe denial about it, especially now that we know he was burying his grief and despair over being unable to find Subject X after sacrificing his humanity to find her. Roxas and Xion left him just like she did, and burying those emotions and having that ready and waiting excuse that you're not actually feeling them is a lot less painful than having to confront them.

358/2 Days is such a fascinating tragedy, and watching it bleed its way into DDD and KH3 because it's begging to be resolved is just absolutely beautiful. I'll admit the resolution in KH3 seemed a little quick (perhaps because the BBS storyline was also resolving in a similar fashion), but it was great all the same (especially when Sora confronts Xion, my gosh, the fact that he knows her when no one else does). And Hearts as One playing in the next battle, mixing both Roxas and Xion's theme into a joyful and glorious battle theme, makes me absolutely insane.

I know Nomura wants to move on to other things in the next game, but I really hope he doesn't drop these characters. But on the other hand, maybe he should leave them alone? They need to be happy for once.

(Also I think about the scene where Axel looks at Kairi and sees Xion for a split second daily. It *might* be my favorite scene in the entire game.)

#i have a love/hate relationship with nomura's retcons because you go back and realize it wasn't actually a retcon at all and then you have #to rethink everything about what you thought about the world #anyway thank you for the ask!#oh and thank you I'm adjusting pretty well actually!!

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purplekoop · 7 months

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I was gonna make a big, long, overly depressing for my standards ramble post about my thoughts on the state of Overwatch right now, but after one big hit of backspace I think it'd be more efficient to say:

I'm happy.

It's just fun and exciting getting to see so much stuff to look forward to. I know some people are a bit bummed to know what the next year's worth of characters are so far in advance, but like... think about it. For one, the rate of new character's isn't increased. I know it definitely at least we're close to the game actively having too many characters for its own good. I saw one person complain about how "they can't even balance the characters we do have", but I feel like the current balance dilemmas are due to the lingering ramifications of the 5v5 change, and not strictly roster size. I've seen arguments over the years for the opposite, that more characters means that it's less likely for any one individual hero to be overpowered and uncounterable just by the sheer probability of another option beating them out being more likely with more heroes. I don't think I wholeheartedly agree with this take either, but either way I think that the current cadence of hero releases is sustainable. Especially considering that, even before OW2 and the direct financial incentive to release them, new heroes are by far the biggest "event" the game can get. It's just exciting to have new guys to keep the game fresh, so I really don't blame new heroes being such a constant priority. For some numbers though, starting with Hero 43 the game's roster will have officially doubled in size since the initial 2016 release. All things considered, that's... way tamer than it could be. For one reference, League of Legends came out in 2009 with a roster of 40 characters, and has now gone up to 162 (all of these numbers are just going off google anyways, I'm pathetic but I'm at least not a League player). Maybe once we hit 50 total characters I'd like to see them slow down to 2 a year, but even then, at this rate we're not reaching 50 characters until partway into 2027, four years from now, so I'm not too worried yet.

The other sentiment I've seen, or at least anticipate seeing, about how many reveals there were this weekend is that these reveals were too soon and took away surprises for later. I understand this one more, but I still disagree with it.

To explain what I mean, remember how excited people were about Junker Queen finally being revealed? We knew she was coming, her first-person viewmodel was "accidentally" shown in some beta footage, but it was the vindication of finally getting to see that highly anticipated character make it into the game in that made the wait worth it and the payoff so satisfying. We saw that same energy this weekend with Mauga, who was foreshadowed and even somewhat leaked to hell and back, but I was still just grinning ear-to-ear the entire time to see the mad lad in action at long last. Farther back, remember how insane Doomfist's reveal was?? I didn't even think he was gonna actually be more than a one-off cool name, but the fact he was realized and put in as the biggest canonical badass was hype out of this world, who cares if he's sucked for most of his in-game existence? And if you want surprise factor, it's not like those reveals didn't have that too. I wouldn't've guessed in a billion years that Junker Queen was gonna be a buff 7 ft+ badass and not just some edgy punk otherwise just as dainty as the other female characters Overwatch gets so much flak for. While not every "surprise" is a hit, I agree that some of the design changes between Mauga's initial short story art and his final in-game appearance are a little. eyebrow raise emoji, there was still more to learn about his character that made the reveal more than just being able to finally play with the toy that's been sitting sealed away on the shelf for years.

Now think about. The pathetic wet fart that was Lifeweaver's release. A completely new character that just kinda. Showed up. Revealed in a twitter post a day before the seasonal trailer dropped, where he wasn't even focused on barely at all. His pitiful in-game usefulness and Blizzard having its weekly controversy at the same time didn't help things, but it was just so... unceremonious. Not because it was a bad reveal, but because it was so unsatisfying of one. The attachment to him was flimsy at best to start with, and while like his balance, it did get better over time, there just wasn't that same established excitement as there was with characters like Mauga, Doomfist, and Junker Queen. Same goes for other "surprise" reveals too, like Illari, who got foreshadowed in what'll probably be the messiest point in Overwatch history, and Moira, who was the relatively boring side reveal after Reinhardt got his cinematic. OW1 hit a decent balance with heroes that weren't teased in the lore previously. We used to get teasers for new heroes at least a couple days before their proper reveal, building up their lore and hinting at what their kit might be like. That hasn't been the case in OW2 (though Sojourn, JQ, Kiriko, and Ramattra already had teasers established beforehand), and also wasn't the case for Moira and Ashe (who at least got starring role in a cinematic the same day as her reveal as a hero to build her up at least a bit).

The reveals for the next 3 heroes are sort of a backwards approach to this: we know what they look like (or what they might look like for the latter two, Venture seems pretty close to finalized), and we know varying amounts of how they play, but we don't know their names, much of their personalities, or their lore outside of random vague tidbits. I mean with 42 we still know next to nothing anyways, with Sigma's leak we at least had a blurry face and a name. But either way, the effect is the same: we have something to go off of, and from there we can build that preemptive attachment to these characters. I've already seen some great fanart of the two fresh faces from yesterday, and I'm extremely excited for someone to make a better interpretation of 42 than my rush job today. They already feel like part of the gang, but we still know they get to have their special time later. I'll say making Mauga actually playable (even just temporarily) immediately alongside the other reveals was definitely the right call to not overshadow him and make it feel like this is his time, and the other folks can have their time later too when it's more appropriate.

My favorite thing about how the reveals were handled though is how. Unprofessional it was. In the best of ways.

I've mentioned before how I think it's a pitfall for small creatives like myself to feel the need to fit the "professional standard" of holding your cards close to your chest until you can actually put out a "finished product". Like, they don't show beta footage of the next Smash Bros character with an unfinished model and a meme in place of their character select icon, right? No, they wait until a few months max before the character is ready to release. I mean, this is for a few reasons, mostly hype management and promotional reasons, things which have very clearly burned OW's ass before. But this is different, this isn't a forced showing of unfinished work for the sake of pleasing investors and making moronic execs feel good, this was because the devs had cool stuff they were excited about and know fans would be excited about. Somebody says outright at the start of today's panel that they know marketing will be mad at them or something in a tongue-in-cheek way, and like, I get the reasons to be secretive, but it just feels nice to let the pressure off and have fun with it even if it's a little messy, as long as they're transparent about it. It's an always appreciated reminder that there are people behind this game that love their characters the same way that smaller creatives like me love our characters. They got their they/them silly little meow meow with a drill and so do I, but the multi-million dollar company with stock shares or whatever to lose was more willing to share early than me, the one person who doesn't even have a bank account yet. Frankly, it's more a reminder I should finally get to sharing my ideas sooner before I have to say "dude trust me I had this idea for this ability without knowing they had it too" again.

I dunno. Maybe it's silly. but I think it's nice. It's reassuring. This feels like the most candid Overwatch's team has felt in a while. They're excited, they want us to be excited, and personally I'm taking the bait.

Welcome to the team, you three weirdos, excited to meet you later.

#overwatch #overwatch 2 #blizzcon #blizzcon 2023

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dizzydesi53 · 9 months

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Mates

"yes"

I was very sure I wanted him, I wanted to be his mate. That didn't change the fact that I was very nervous.

he kissed my lips aggressively sliding his tongue in making me moan and shiver. his hands went from cupping my face to sliding down my neck and across my arms. I could tell his excitement was rising and I wasn't sure if he would lose control.

he suddenly gripped my hips pulling me underneath him, making my back hit the bed, my wings fanning out around me. I jumped at his sudden touch. he pulled back slightly his face and lips hovering a hairs breath away from mine.

"Are you ok? we can stop if you want"

"um...i-i've ..never done this before."

he chuckled.

"I've never done this before either."

I shook my head, I don't think we're talking about the same thing. I don't think he understands why I'm so nervous. I cover my face with my hands, I can feel my cheeks heating up in embarrassment.

"no...I mean..sex. I've never....had sex, before."

he gasped and he pulled my hands away from my face. his nose brushed mine while he stared into my eyes. he kissed all over my face before giving me a passionate kiss on my lips that quickly turned heated. when I needed air his lips trailed down my neck and to my ear.

"you sure little mate, last chance to back out"

I gasped at the feel of his breath against my ear and neck, the same side he marked before!

"I'm sure!"

He'd been holding back before. he moaned against my skin kissing a trail down to my neck, when he reached my shirt I heard ripping and felt cold air on my bare skin. I gasped and my first instinct was to cover up my chest but he caught my hands before I could move far, and pinned my hands over my head with a few of his feathers.

he stared at my chest like a predator his eyes tracing over the tattoos that ran alongside my breast down my stomach and into my pants. his breathing hitched and he licked his lips while I tried to get my hands away from his feathers so I could cover up, I was so embarrassed.

"Have I told you, I love cherry blossoms?"

he kissed a trail along my cherry blossom tattoos sending electricity through me. heat pooled in my stomach and I groaned. he licked and nipped my skin all around my breast but never where I wanted, I thought at first it was me, I was doing something wrong. Then I realized he was doing it on purpose to drive me insane.

"Please, Keigo!"

"what do you want baby?"

I pushed my chest up to his face, I made an embarrassingly pathetic whimpering noise that had him chuckling. if I wasn't so desperate id have been mad.

"use your words."

his breath fanned over my nipple making me moan and arch my back desperately.

"I want your mouth on my nipple!!"

I think he lost his mind when I said that. he sucked my nipple laving it with his tongue. I made noises in the back of my throat, on par with pornos. I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter. sparks and butterflies fluttered in my stomach, my skin felt like it was tingling everywhere he touched.

his lips trailed from my chest down my stomach making me twitch and squirm. his hands hooked in the wait of my sweatpants pulling them down revealing that I wasn't wearing underwear. he groaned pulling my thighs apart. I squeaked embarrassed as he stared directly at me for a long time. I tried closing my thighs but he pinned them open with more of his feathers.

he kissed up my thighs with light pecks before licking up my legs to my core. he looked up at me making eye contact while he licked me up all the way to my clit making me scream and jerk a little. he chuckled against me but quickly lost himself, going feral. that was the only way I could describe the way he sucked my clit in his mouth and then pushed his tongue inside me aggressively.

the noises drove me crazy as much as what his mouth was doing to me. he growled, sending vibrations through me his tongue made slick lewd noises against me, he groaned and grunted completely lost and it turned me on more, setting me on fire.

when he found a spot inside me that had me squirming, he abused it until I shattered apart, it felt like every part of me was sparks and it took a while for me to come back down to my body. he was still going, his tongue moved back to my clit and I felt his finger push into me making me jump and cry out

"K-Keigo!"

"I got you, baby"

his finger pumped in and out slowly while his tongue swirled around my clit. it didn't take me long to go over the edge again this time more intensely.

"KEIGO!"

I whimpered when he pushed in two fingers and then three, feeling a slight burn that was overshadowed by waves of firey tingles that ran over me and settled in my stomach. I could feel how wet I was now and I moaned and whimpered. I was getting close to a third orgasm when he pulled away completely making me mewl desperately.

he pulled his sweats and boxers off, I caught a glimpse of his erection, it was big. and I was nervous suddenly but it got pushed to the back of my mind when he used his feathers that were still pinning my arms and thighs to flip me over on my stomach. they pulled my hips up and back, my wings shivered and my thighs were spread wide.

he pushed his fingers back into me all three at one and I clinched around them at the suddenness of it. he spread them apart while they were in me, pumping them in and out making me lose my mind. I moaned loud and long. he curled his fingers up hitting a spot that sent me over the edge again, and then again. he wouldn't let up

"Keigo, please! I feel empty please."

he growled against my hip while he trailed kisses up my spine. I could hardly catch my breath in anticipation. but he kept pumping his fingers into me, I whimpered desperately

"You made me wait so long for this, I want to hear you beg for me."

I couldn't talk, all I could do was scream while I came again from his finger in me. I shivered as sparks flew down my spine for the millionth time.

"Ple-ease! Please Keigo, I need you!"

without warning he pulled his fingers out of dripping wet pussy and pushed his length in, swiftly and fully. bottoming out inside me. I screamed, cumming all over again just from how full I felt. it felt like he might poke right out of my stomach I was trembling and shaking. so wet my slick was all down my thighs.

he leaned down over me interlocking our fingers and kissing my sweaty neck while I moaned. his hips pounded into me, not even a slow buildup just instantly harsh and fast. it was ferocious and animalistic. I bit my lip and closed my eyes trying to keep my noeses down.

"look at me!"

he was staring down at me while his hips still pounded into mine. his eyes were blown, while he growled against my skin.

"Don't you dare hold back your moans! I want it all, it's all mine. nobody will hear you but me, my woman. my mate!"

fire exploded in the pit of my stomach at his words and I moaned loud. his hips picked up speed if that was at all possible. the bed's headboard kept hitting the wall. I whimpered and then screamed as I came again, clenching around him.

"Thats right baby scream for me!"

he didn't stop if anything he went even harder shocking me. he let go of my hands grabbing my hips and pulling them up and back so that he could drive into me deeper. my fists clinched around the sheets.

"Scream. My. Name!"

each word was punctuated with a harsh and deep thrust that had me screaming and clawing the sheets under my hand.

"KEIGO!"

"whos your mate!"

"KEIGO! OH!"

"YES! You. Are. Mine! Who's gonna knot you down, who's gonna mark that pretty neck!"

I whimpered coming again

"IT'S YOU! KEIGO! PLEASE!! I CAN'T-"

he kept hitting that special spot he found earlier. ramping up my pleasure, every time I came it was like my next orgasm got bigger and I was going insane! tears rolled down my cheeks from the overstimulation.

he pushed his hand through my hair while his other hand gripped my waist tighter. he pulled my head back by my hair. leaning down he licked up my neck, his hips never slowing. suddenly he bit down hard on my neck, his sharp teeth piercing my neck. unlike last time when I felt intense pain this time I came harder than anytime before. he growled against his bite. he pumped into me a few more times before coming hard. I could feel him knot in me.

we were both breathless, my heart pounding a mile a minute.

"you ok baby?"

"...yeah"

he chuckled, I could feel the vibrations against my back. There was a sudden wave of intense heat that started in my stomach and radiated out of me. I was a little dizzy and my legs felt weak. I was suddenly so very wet and with him in me, I came again clenching around his erection hard.

He gasped and moaned into my neck, his lips rubbing the mark making the heat in my stomach worse.

"What!!"

He chuckled darkly it was gravelly and deep. Then he groaned

" I think you just went into heat"

His knot loosened and he pulled almost all the way out before thrusting back in forcefully!

"Oh! Keigo!"

He flipped me over onto my back kissing my face before my lips thrusting his tongue down my throat the same way he thrust his cock in me. He chuckled again his nose skimming my neck, breathing in my scent

"It's gonna be a long night, little mate"

"But it's the afternoon!"

#fanfictionsmut #hawksbnha #hawksfanfic #wattpad #academia #anime #myhero #academy #boku no hero academia #僕のヒーローアカデミア |

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loostssoul · 3 years

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if you kissed me - Rodrick Heffley | 1.9k

Yeah yeah i know i haven't written since a million years ago. and yeah yeah i know this is my first real fanfiction i posted on tumblr. fair warning, i'm not the best writer, i honestly just do this for fun and i'm totally up to criticism because i do want to make my writing better. if this is literally inaccurate, im sorry its been like 5 years since i've read the books. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this fluff-fest that I created in the span of a few hours.

paring: rodrick x reader genre: fluff. lots of fluff

Credits to the maker of the picture! 15 Days till the Contest | 9:42 PM, Saturday

Plick, plick, plick

My speakers were blasting so loud I almost didn’t hear the sound of pebbles hitting my window.

Plick, plick, plick

I rubbed my eyes and slammed my laptop shut, walking toward my bedroom window. Peering down, I saw a figure a few yards down from my second-story bedroom, looking back up at me. Dark brown, messy hair that stuck up around his face. A red and black flannel, black ripped jeans, and, (of course) a tee-shirt with “Loded Diper” clumsily written on it. A grin spread on his face as he saw my face come into his view, causing me to blush. Rodrick Heffley, Crossland High bad boy, and my boyfriend.

I unlocked the latch to my window and stuck my head out, taking in the cool air and letting the neighbors enjoy the music I was playing (they never did). I looked down.

“Y/N!” He whisper-yelled

“Evening, Heffley.”

“I need to tell you something!”

“What’s so important that you have to scratch my window instead of using the power of modern technology to call me?”

His mouth opened to give me a response, but nothing came out. I smirked, “Come on up.”

I opened the window wider as he climbed the trellis that lined the back of my house. I backed up to my door and locked it. Precautions, my parents liked Rodrick but they definitely wouldn’t approve of him in my room at night. I looked back and I saw him, every feature of him illuminated by the light of my room. His cheeky smile and chocolate brown eyes. He slowly closed the window and walked toward me, brushing a strand of hair out of my face. I still got butterflies whenever he touched me.

“Hey, Spiderman. What did ya climb in here to tell me?” I asked

“I got Loded Diper into a contest.”

My eyes widened, Loded Diper, my boyfriend’s rock band, wasn’t exactly known for being the best. It was mostly known for his mom’s insane dance moves during the Plainview Talent Show. But of course, i'll never say that in front of his face.

“You did?! That’s awesome Rodrick!”

“Yeah! It's a battle of the bands contest, we’re going against two other bands. I really think this is gonna be our big break!” His eyes sparkled in excitement.

His happiness was contagious, he was like a goddamn puppy. I pulled him into my arms. “I’m proud of you Rod.” I muttered and smiled into his collarbone. I felt him inhale the scent of my hair and twirl my locks around his fingers.

“Hey,” he said, breaking the hug. “I’m having practice tomorrow with the band, you wanna come?”

“Sure. I go to every practice anyway, why miss out on this one?” I shrugged.

He chuckled and looked at me. Really looked at me. That’s one of the reasons why I fell for him. It never seemed like it, but he paid attention. We’ve only been dating for 4 months, but he knew me like no one else did, and I knew that in the way he looked at me. I felt his hand cup my face, his thumb rubbing my cheek in small circles. I looked up at him, noticing how tall he was, how close he was. Was I the one who leaned in? Was he the one who leaned in? Did we just do it subconsciously? Did he want this? Was he ready? Was I ready?

The ringing of Rodrick’s phone filled the room. The daze we were trapped in was gone and we separated, our faces red. Rodrick picked up the phone, it was his mom.

“Yeah, mom? Mom...I’m in the middle of something. I’ll do laundry later, ok? Now? C’mon… Alright, fine. Bye.” He hung up. “Sorry, I gotta blast.”

“It’s fine, I’ll see you tomorrow?” I asked him as he started toward my window.

He looked back at me and planted a kiss on my forehead, the farthest we’ve ever gone with physical touch as a couple.

“Tomorrow”

~~✰✰✰~~

14 Days till the Contest | 1:22 PM, Saturday afternoon

“Should we take it from the top?”

Practice wasn’t going so well. I could feel the nervousness, the tension. Drums were slightly off beat, the guitarist’s fingers would fly to the wrong places on the fretboard, lyrics would go all over the place. The contest was two weeks away, and Loded Diper was already feeling the anxiousness. I sat on the floor of the garage, on top of a picnic blanket I found. To Rodrick’s dismay, his mom forced him to let Greg watch band practice, as a form of “brother-to-brother bonding time.” Greg sat next to me, mockingly covering his ears.

“Oh thank god, it's done.” Greg said with an immense amount of sarcasm and uncovering his ears.

Rodrick threw a crumpled-up piece of paper at his head, “Shut up.”

“Both of you, be nice.” I laughed. “I think you guys should take a break for a while, maybe shake off the nerves.”

“Good idea Y/N, 20 minute break everyone!” The lead singer said. Everyone spread out, grabbing a piece of pizza ordered earlier and laying down. Greg ran out of the garage, yelling, “I’m free!”

Rodrick stood up and began gulping down a bottle of water. He wore a black tanktop and black ripped jeans, sweat dripping down his forehead. I ran up behind him and wrapped my arms around his torso. He turned and faced me, running his hands through my hair, lost in thought.

“You ok, Rod?” I asked him.

He sighed, “nerves”

I leaned my head on his chest, “You’re gonna do great, you’ve done so many gigs in the past. Think of this as one of those!”

He smiled at me, “You know what would make me feel a lot less nervous?”

“Oh god. What?”

A really common thing Rodrick did was try to bargain a kiss on the lips from me. It's been an ongoing joke, a meaningless bit he did all the time. I’ll do my homework if you kissed me on the lips. I’ll smile in the picture if you kissed me on the lips. It still hasn’t worked.

“I might be less nervous if you kissed me on the lips.” He whispered to me.

I rolled my eyes, “If that’s what it takes then I think you’ll lose the competition.”

He let go of me and laughed, my favorite laugh. “Worth a try.” He shrugged, going off to join his bandmates and the pizza. But as I watched him smile and laugh with his friends, I lost myself. I thought about the previous night. The way we fit into each other, the closeness, the fact that was so close that I could see my reflection in his eyes.

Maybe I should just say yes.

~~✰✰✰~~

The Day of the Contest

For the past 2 weeks, Rodrick has given me the “kiss-bargain” joke 9 times. Every time, I deflected it with sarcastic remarks, and every time I regretted not agreeing.

I sat on the front steps of my porch, waiting for Rodrick to pick me up. I regretted the jean shorts and plain black tee-shirt I had on, as a cold breeze brushed my skin. I pulled my black leather jacket on, which I painted “Loded Diper” on the back in white paint. Then, I heard it. The echo of heavy metal turned to full blast, and… the faint sound of something big getting knocked over. Oh god, they’re here. The white van with “Loded Diper” written in huge words screeched to a halt in front of my house.

The window rolled down, revealing my boyfriend and his excited grin. “Get in.”

~~✰✰✰~~

30 minutes till Loded Diper preforms

It felt surreal to be backstage, and really exciting. Energy was flowing through the room, as all the other bands talked and played. The rest of the band members seemed excited, full of adrenaline. Except for Rodrick, he’s been nervous ever since soundcheck. His leg was bouncing,he twirled his drumsticks around, drumming them on random objects, and his eyes stared into nothing.

“Rodrick, you want me to do your eyeliner?”

“Huh?” He didn’t take his eyes away from the ground, his voice seemed far away.

I lifted a liquid eyeliner pen I had in my pocket, “Eyeliner. I just did mine, we can match!”

He lifted his head and noticed me. I had my eyeliner smudged, just like he always does during a gig. He grinned, “Yeah. Yeah sure.”

I’ve done his eyeliner many times in the past, and I loved doing it because I had to be as close to him as possible. So I hopped onto his lap, pressing myself close to him, trying to comfort him with my warmth.

“Close your eyes.” I ordered.

As I applied his eyeliner, I could feel his heartbeat against my chest. It was heavy, and fast. I’m pretty sure I would still hear it if I wasn’t as close to him as I was, even though the loud music blasting through the theatre.

“Done”

He opened his eyes, and butterflies flooded my stomach. We were close. Very close. Should I do it? Should I lean in?

Rodrick probably sensed my flustered-ness. He smirked, “Cat got your tongue?”

I rolled my eyes, blushing hard. “Shut up.” I said, playfully punching him.

~~✰✰✰~~

“5 Minutes until Loded Diper performs!” A man exclaimed to us.

Rodrick was as nervous as ever. We’ve been standing on the left wing of the stage, watching the other bands play. It felt like a bunch of Loded Diper copy-pastes. A bunch of high schoolers, weird names, very aggressive playing. But they were still pretty good. Rodrick was biting the nails of one of his hands and tapping his other hand on the wall behind him. I looked up at him and held his hand, stopping it from fidgeting. He smiled nervously.

Now or never Y/N…

“Hey, you said that if I kiss you, you won’t be as nervous. Right?”

He looked at me, wide eyed. He seemed to be trying to compute what I said.

I stood on tiptoe and put his face in my hands. It was that night all over again. Every detail of his face, of him was in full view. His eyes, his eyeliner, his scent, his lips. I leaned in.

His lips were soft against mine, but they were tense, flustered. I was terrified, It was the wrong place, the wrong time. Until I felt one hand in my hair, another on my waist, pulling me closer.

How long was the kiss? A few seconds? It felt like minutes, hours. Sparked ignited. Butterflies flew in my stomach. His scent was the only thing I smelled, his warmth was the only thing I felt. The music faded away. Everything faded away. It was just him and I. Until we broke apart, taking in deep breaths of each other. We wanted more, but Loded Diper was playing in a few seconds.

“Hey, Rodrick.”

“Yeah?”

“If you win I’ll kiss you again”

We both knew I would kiss him regardless.

I didn't edit this because editing is for wimps (just kidding be responsible and edit your work)

please like and reblog because it gives me serotonin and i need that

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The Kickback

summary: What happens when your long-life crush's secret is discovered? In hopes of not wanting him to find out, what do you do... nothing.

pairing: dk x female reader

genre: fluff, slice of life, crack lol.

warnings: profanity

word count: 3k

a/n: today is my birthday and I wanted to share this one that has been in my drafts for so long. this campus life is stressful but I’m finding time to upload here and there. I hope you enjoy and have a great day/night. Much love from Babytaes! :) Also I really didn’t read this over sooo... if it doesn’t make sense. Take it up with corporation.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

“Dear diary, I saw my crush today. I saw him in the living room after my brother invited him over with another friend. It's not as if I'm scared of him. I've spoken with him numerous times. I mean, I'm almost fluent in his language, lol. Seeing him and hearing his boisterous laugh was still entertaining. I'm wondering if he'll be at the kickback this weekend; if so, maybe I'll have the bravery to approach him. Okay, goodbye journal, love y/n.”

Your life consisted of short, insignificant interactions with him; however, when you had a crush, life was exciting and unpredictable. Since you're so near to him on a daily basis, your crush increased exponentially as you couldn't control your intrusive thoughts.

Yes, you did think of him, probably 25/8. It's not like you didn't know him, but you only knew the head version of him. And we all know they could be two different people. So the only thing left to do is keep it secret.

It's impossible for your secret to come out when you're the only one who knows about it. Right? Unfortunately, this isn't a movie, and your secret was revealed, and the perpetrator was none other than your arch-nemesis, Boo Seungkwan.

Okay, not quite that far, but you and him frequently collided because you and him could never agree on anything. He's just Boo, and he has his own behavior category.

He was the second-to-last person you wanted to find out about, after your crush, of course. From this point on, your life was not going as planned.

Your secret would never be revealed to Lee Seokmin, and you would do anything to protect it.

“What are you doing?” You leapt to your feet as you hurriedly closed your diary, terrified of prying eyes.

You rolled your eyes and stuffed your journal into a drawer with random papers, saying, "Shit, why don't you ever knock."

“Well, this is my shared dorm, and you're basically free living here,” he chuckled. You gave him a sidelong glance.

He was right.

“Is that a way you treat your twin? Is it now.”

He strolled away, completely oblivious to your yelling, and into the kitchen.

“Shut up, and get your ass out here we have to go shopping for the kickback. If you’re not out in 10 I’m leaving your ass.”

Great sibling love, what more could you ask for. As much as you know that this is the way he expresses his love, you still got up and started getting ready for the day despite his warning.

Amidst your constant disagreements with him, you still loved him. The only problem was that you had to keep your love interest hidden from him. You could see it now and the big brother trying to protect and all that annoying shit.

You were old enough to take care of yourself and you didn’t want unruly men to ruin something that you wanted for so long.

“Coming, if you leave me, I'll tell Mom.” And I think we can all agree that I am the favorite twin.” As he slammed the fridge door shut, you could hear his huge scoffs.

You hurriedly grabbed your purse and beanie as you dashed for the door, laughing at his tantrums. He had a habit of leaving you behind.

We will not speak of March 5, 2017.

“Hey, wait up,” you said as you ran to his car and jumped in before him, grabbing the aux before him.

He started the car and sped out of the dorm parking lot on his way to the store, saying, "You're such a pain in the ass."

“Oh, don't act as if you don't love me.”

“Whoever said I did must have lied to you. Mingyu laughed as he accelerated through Seoul's crowded streets.

The jokes, the laughter, and the love were all part of the experience of living with one of the biggest Kpop groups.

You wouldn’t have it any other way!

While listening to your playlist, the song "Come to You" perfectly complemented the mood.

You smiled as you passed many streets and watched the busy lives of many different people. You could say you had an imaginative mind.

We arrived at the store a long way down the road, grabbed one of the carts, and proceeded to a separate aisle of the store.

Buying stuff was always expensive with a party of 13 and more friends on the way. Almost everything had to be doubled, and the meat had to be tripled. When throwing a party, everyone is required to provide a dish.

You didn't seem to mind; after all, you weren't paying, so you just chilled on the cart while you watched Mingyu placed the goods in neatly.

You told Mingyu to grab a specific chip as you walked to the chip aisle, and he furrowed his brow.

“What are those? I've never seen them before.

"Dokyeom likes them," you blurted out without a second thought. As you mentally processed what you had said, you stared at him with wide eyes.

Shit.

“When they're not there, Dokyeom and Soonyoung get upset.” You shook your head and scooted by him, tossing two bags into the overflowing shopping cart.

“Oh-okay I guess you can get them.”

As you pushed the cart toward the cashier, you mentally slapped yourself in the face. You were certain that you would not crack.

The ride home was silent as the only noise was the continuous taps from Mingyu's fingers on the wheel.

Mingyu called wonwoo on his phone as he drove up to the dorm and asked him to help with the groceries.

As you heard Mingyu pout over the phone, he refused, and not even minutes after, wonwoo is strolling down the driveway on his way to the car.

“You shouldn't even have picked up I know I wouldn't" Wonwoo pushed your shoulder and chuckled at your humor. “I know”

“Heyyy I'm right here,” Mingyu began to sulk as he observed his sister speaking without him.

You and wonwoo both chuckled as you gathered your belongings and began walking away from Mingyu.

---

The days went by slowly as you reached the door. It was time to leave the house. You grabbed a jacket and purse. Today, the boys went to Hybe for a quick practice session before heading out for the weekend.

Because you are such a good friend and thoughtful person, you decided to buy them a few drinks as a gift. It wasn't anything special, you didn't want to see anyone, noo.

It took some time to order everything, especially with the large number of 13 items. Since you've known each other for most of your lives, the drinks on the list haven't changed. Ice Americanos and Frappes were the most popular drinks.

As soon as you arrived at the Hybe building, you swiftly grabbed the bag containing the drinks and proceeded to their floor. You finally made it to their practice room after thanking the employees for their assistance.

Slowly pushing the door open, you drew the attention of almost everyone as they turned to face you. As a number of them raced over to you and took the beverages from you, smiles crept across their faces.

As they sipped their drinks, the room was filled with thank yous and hellos.

The voice of an angel said, "Thanks again, y/n." He gave you a short smile before returning to his practice. Oblivious to people around you, words spilled out.

“Fuck, he's so attractive.”

“Whose good looking?” As you slowly turned around, you heard a voice speaking to you from behind you.

Fuck

It's Boo Seungkwan. He smiled at you as he grabbed a drink from your hand. He cocked his head as he sipped it, and his eyes widened.

“Don’t tell me you said dokyeom is good looking, no fucking way.”

As you coughed to relieve the high tension in the air, you started to mentally sweat.

“That's insane, I said the room was in good condition," you said as you slapped his shoulder and shook your head.

Come on, y/n, that didn't even make sense.

“You know you're not going to fool me, y/n?” Afraid that someone would find out, you dragged him into a back room and locked the door behind him

“Shit..shit..shit. If you tell anyone, I swear I'll -

Laughing, before raising his eyebrows after taking a sip of his americano, he cut you off.

"You're right, this is important information. But you already know that I'll keep my mouth shut about the situation. I don’t even know what we’re talking about right now.”

Seungkwan heard dokyeom announce that practice had resumed as the door opened. Before he left, he smiled at you and waved goodbye.

“Y/n and dokyeom in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G. As you were about to leap across the couch to silence him, he jumped up and ran out of the door laughing.

All of a sudden, your mind was filled with confusion and paranoia.

It became increasingly difficult to watch them practice as the session progressed. Your thoughts were not positive, and your attitude was slowly deteriorating.

Imagining the worst-case scenario. You paced in the back room when you heard a knock at the door. As you mentally prepared yourself, it caught you off guard. While walking side by side, Hansol and Seungkwan were whispering.

“Did they know?” You didn’t want anyone to find out so you ran, and didn’t stop running. To avoid society, you hurried out the door after saying a quick goodbye to the boys.

The goodbyes were not even heard as you hurried out of the Hybe parking lot without looking back. In a small group, information spreads quickly. And he was bound to find out.

Flushed and worried, you staggered into the dorm room. You knew your secret was going to get out eventually. In the case where Hansol and Seungkwan knew, Joshua is likely to know.

And since Joshua is close to the older boys, Seungcheol and Jeonghan know. The news would then spread to Hoshi, and then the entire performance team would be in the know.

The only remaining candidates are Mingyu and dk. If Mingyu finds out, it's game over for you at that point.

There was no point of living any more. Having completed a full loop of the house, you had come to your room for the final time. You slowly melted to the ground and fell out.

Dokyeon is more likely to know if Mingyu knows.

"What went wrong?" Unable to control yourself as you rolled around the floor, you erupted into a tantrum.

You sat up and shook your head, "I'll just have to leave the country," you said. "Man, you're so smart. Your plan y/n is fantastic."

You ran to your room, grabbed your suitcase from your closet, and began tossing things into.

No need to pack everything since you were only going to be gone for a year. As soon as your adrenaline slowed down, you began packing.

(A few hours later)

You were relieved when your clothes fit into your luggage when you had finally done packing. You were on your way now, and as long as it wasn't here, everything was good.

“Ah, I figured it out; now let's book it.”

When you approached the door, you unlocked it, and we were greeted with a pleasant surprise.

You walked up to the door and opened it, where you were greeted by Mingyu and his gang. Outside the door, you could see him, hao, dk, and wonwoo. They stared at you as they looked you up and down, perplexed as to why you appeared to be departing.

“Um, what is going on and where are you going?” Mingyu reacted with a rejoinder of his own.

Your throat felt as though it was clogging up, and you began sweating furiously under your armpits. Thank god for hoodies.

“Well, I was simply going to visit a friend's house,” you explained.

You knew he wouldn't believe you; he knew most of your friends, and they didn't live that far away for you to be carrying that much.

“First, that's a lie, and second, I need to speak with you, so your "buddy" will have to wait.” You sighed and closed your eyes.

Your escape had to wait.

Mingyu took your suitcase and slid it near the door, while the other members shuffled awkwardly into the room. While the other lads sat in the living room, Wonwoo went to his room.

“Maybe I could escape now?”

“What did you say y/n?” minghao said as he glanced at you.

You waved your hand in front of them and did a walk of shame to your room as you physically and mentally prepared yourself for whatever Mingyu had to say.

So much for your crush now.

Mingyu sat on the edge of your bed, arms crossed, staring at you.

“Sit down, he patted the bed on your side before lightly coughing.

"Some rumors have been going around, so I wanted to clear the air."

Seeing what he was about to say made your heart race, and you couldn't take it any longer. Does anyone else hear their loud banging, could Mingyu hear it?

You leapt to your feet and shouted at him before apologizing on your knees.

What a sight to see, a grown ass woman on her knees apologizing to her twin brother.

“I apologize; I should have told you first, but I was afraid you'd tell him. That's why I kept it a secret and plus dating a member of seventeen. That's dangerous enough-“.

Mingyu's "WHAT" cut you off.

You came to a halt as he got up, slowly staring up at him.

“Wait, weren't we discussing my crush on Dokyeom or something else?” Worries began to creep in as sweat began to accumulate on your brow.

“What the fuck, you have a crush on do-?” you exclaimed as you jumped to your feet and tackled Mingyu to the ground.

“Don't say it so loudly; he'll hear you.” As Mingyu began to pace around the room, as he pushed you off of him.

You could see his anger as he panicked, and his small rage tantrum was truly uncomfortable because he couldn't communicate his ideas to you because he was afraid of his companions' sensitive ears.

He pointed to the door and said, "Wait, so you do have a crush on him." You sighed, shaking your head.

As he walked away from you, he had another outburst.

Everything is now turning to shit, this was your only chance.

“I have to escape” you said as you dashed out the door and to your suitcase. Mingyu was standing behind you, staring at you in terror.

It wasn't in the plan for you to fall on him, but it was still nice. Focus y/n.

“I’m sorry, dokyeom; it was my fault. I didn't realize you were there. “Are you okay?” As you extended your hand to him, you pushed yourself off of him.

“Yeah, I'm OK, are you okay?” he asked. You've had quite a tumble.”

“Yeah I’m good, I live with a clumsily brother so I’m fine”

“Hey!"

You swiftly let go of each other and placed your hands behind your back as you became embarrassed.

“Hey, Seungcheol texted the group chat and said he wants to go out to eat. He said whoever can come.”

The boys instantly got ready as they wanted to eat, food is a great scapegoat. As you saw them exit the dorm, you took a step back and found your way back to your room.

“Is leaving still an option?” you murmured into your pillows, plopping your exhausted body on your bed and overthinking life.

---

You rolled over and looked at the clock, which reads 9:30 a.m.

You turned over in your bed, unable to yell, and trudged to the bathroom to make yourself presentable.

“What have you gotten yourself into, y/n?” You stripped off your clothing and stepped into the hot water after turning on the shower.

You didn't spend much time in the shower, but today you were engrossed in how your plan had devolved into this ordeal.

Resting your head on the tile as the hot water traced down your back, you contemplated on what the HELL you were going to do.

*BANG BANG*

“Y/n hurry up, we have to prepare.”

Hearing Mingyu's voice drew you back to reality as you turned off the water and got out of the shower, unlocking the door and letting him in.

“Hey, no snarky remark?” he said as he watched you walk to your room with your head down. You ignored him as you closed the door and prepared for the party.

It didn't take long for your calm disposition to be noticed, since you were the outspoken one. Even if you tried to fake it, it didn't work out.

You grinned as you walked through the background of Seungcheol and Jeonghan shared housing, looking at the celebration.

There were groups of people near the pool, at the grill, and even by the chairs, as you could see.

“Hey, bring the food inside; I'll take the meat to cheol,” mingyu said, shaking your head as you picked up the bags and headed to the kitchen, where you recognized some familiar faces.

“Y/nnnnnnnnn, heyyyyy, I’ve missed you.” When you saw her, you put the bags on the counter and hugged her, smiling into her embrace.

“It's great to see you again, yeji; how are you and the rest of the group doing?” Are the others here?” As she led you back outside, she interlaced your hands in hers.

You saw dokyeom and a few other people descend the steps before you left, as he waved and gave you a quick glance.

As you reach for a drink from the cooler, your heart begins to race. Something had to be turned off if you wanted to make it through the night, and this was the only way.

You took a sip and coughed loudly as you followed Yeji to the poolside.

It was going to be a long night for you.

---

As you and a group of individuals began to dance uncontrollably, the effects of the alcohol in your system began to show as you staggered to the grill.

“HeEeeyyYY, Wheeeere d'ya think yeeeeer goin’?” you slurred, jabbing a finger into seungcheol’s back

The other members laughed as they glanced at you, plainly detecting your intoxication.

“I forgot how drunk you can get, so why don't you take a break,” your overprotective brother says, making you scream within.

He always did this.

Gerroff me!” you said. “I’m ash sober ash ’m gonna git. And nuffink I - wait wait wait - nuffink you can do ‘boutit.” As you ambled back to the kitchen without so much as a hiccup in their direction, they laugh.

As you struggled to reach the door, you fell forward and were grabbed by a hand. As he lifted you from your imminent doom, his hold felt warm. With your eyes enlarged, you focused on the individual and stared at his face.

As you grabbed on to him, your words tumbled out of your mouth, “Ohmygoshimsosorry.” He drew you closer to him by taking your hands in his.

Saying your heart was racing was an understatement, it was literally pounding out of your chest. You were hand in hand with your crush, who you believed was exceptionally attractive and talented, and you wished he knew more about your sentiments or could somehow fill them.

But you know no huge idol like him would go for you. Feeling that made you sober up real fast as you felt your arm being pulled upstairs, you had no idea where you were going but it looked like someone's room.

Dokyeom eased open the door as he sat you on the bed and went to get some water from a little fridge. He handed it to you and sat next to you.

“Thanks”

“No problem, also I've been trying to talk to you all night but you appear to be occupied.”

As you took a sip of water, your heart began to beat faster; “waitttt, we donthavetotalk. Let’s dance! As he chuckled at your erratic movements, you began to wander around the room, pulling your hands into yours.

The alcohol was definitely making its way out of your system.

As he spun you around, his body in tune with the music, the bass of the song could still be heard. Even though this felt like a dream you didn’t quite care at the moment. Was it because you'd finally met the boy from your dreams, or was it because he wanted to meet you in person?

Your connection with him got stronger by the second, as did your heartbeat, which began to rise steadily with it. You couldn't keep stalling any longer; you needed to listen to what he was saying.

“I think I'm sober up for now,” you said as you let go of his hand.

Dokyeom chuckled before tossing his head back, “I didn't realize you could move like that” he said as they sat back on the bed, a little closer than before.

“I guess I learnt a few things along the way when you're friends with the best dancers out here.” As you finished your sentence, he peered into your eyes, making no sound as the room fell silent.

“Soo, what did you want to talk about?” you awkwardly state to relieve some tension in the air.

“I don't know how to explain it, but I kind of heard your "secret" as it passed through the practice room, and I simply wanted to be the first one to tell you about it because-

Your heart stopped pounding as your world came crashing down around you. You didn't want to hear it; the rejection; you'd rather live in your fantasy world, where you don't have to worry about anything. It wasn't true if you didn't hear it.

“Wait, if you can't reconcile those feelings, don't say anything; just let me go.” They're probably curious about our whereabouts anyway.” And with that, you stood up and walked towards the door, but you were pulled back by his hand.

He kissed you as swiftly as his hands linked with yours. You were taken aback at first by his passion, but you regained your calm and reminded yourself of what was going on: he was really kissing you, and you were really kissing him, and the rest of the world was inconsequential.

You were chilling on the outside while shouting for joy at the top of your lungs on the inside, as if your inner child had been set free. You had to be sure if this was a dream or if it was happening in real life.

“Ouch”

“Why did you do that?” Dokyeom asked as he gripped your arm in his.

“I had to double-check that I wasn't dreaming; this isn't the first time something like this has happened to me.”

“So you're saying I've been in your dreams?” he laughed as he cocked his head to the side and placed his hand in yours.”

You smacked your forehead and shook your head, realizing you couldn't get out of this one, and now he knew you fantasize about him. You didn't mind because the lad of your dreams was right in front of your eyes.

AND HE WAS HOLDING YOUR MF HAND. It was clear that your diary needed to be updated.

Stopping at the door, you placed your palm on his chest and worriedly stared at him.

“Wait, how did you find out?”

“Well, a tiny birdie was chattering loudly about it, his name rhymes with coo,” he said as he grabbed your hand in his and opened the door and began the walk downstairs.

“Fucking Boo Seungkwan”

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reader and Drew go to America for reader’s surprises ...

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You and Drew land in Orlando. It's late January, and a huge temperature difference. It feels more like summer in Florida than it does in Scotland, where it's super cold right now.

A smile hasn't left your lips since you took off, and you're excited to see Candice.

Speaking of Candice, she waits by baggage for you. When you see her, you drop Drew's hand and your things before running over to her. You hug her tight and she says, "Okay, okay. Relax, princess. It's nice to see you."

"It's nice to see you too," you say, looking at her. "I haven't seen you since the wedding."

Candice laughs and says, "It wasn't that long ago." She looks at Drew. "Your husband has gotten handsomer since I last saw him."

You giggle and say, "It hasn't been that long, Candice."

She smiles and says, "So, anyway. Come on. The trainers and doctors want to give you a full physical at Full Sail to make sure you're cleared to be in the match this week on NXT."

Smiling, you say, "Sounds great." You look back at Drew. "Ready?"

He nods and says, "Of course."

Candice drives you both to Full Sail University, where NXT is broadcasted from. She asks questions about what married life is like, how Scotland is, and how it's been over there since you married Drew.

It's a short drive to Full Sail from the airport so she doesn't get to many questions in.

During the physical, the doctors and trainers make sure your in tiptop shape to compete. You've lost some muscle mass since you haven't trained in months but it's not that big of a deal. They do the whole work up.

After you've been medically cleared to compete, Hall of Famer Triple H finds you. He says, "Y/N, welcome to Full Sail. We're very happy to have you here as part of our roster in NXT, even though it's for a short amount of time."

You smile and say, "Thank you, Mr. H."

He hands you a black leather folder and says, "Inside, you'll find a part time NXT contract that will have you as part of the NXT roster for six months. Your husband says that after six months, you will no longer be able to compete. As a part timer, you're slotted to be in three matches, one match every two months."

Your eyes widen and you look at Drew before you say, "I thought this was a one match deal."

"I pulled some strings," Drew says before winning at you.

Triple H says, "As of right now, your matches will be against Candice this Wednesday at NXT, a match against an opponent of your choice at Takeover: London in two months, and a match against an opponent of your choice at Takeover: Glasgow in four and a half months."

Your jaw almost hits the floor and you say, "Takeover matches? Like, actual pay-per-view matches."

Everyone in the room laughs and Triple H says, "We wanted to make your last few matches memorable ones. I've spoken with William Regal about this and he's on board. Are you?"

Quickly, you read over the contract and sign it. "I'm on board," you say.

"Welcome to NXT, Y/N," Triple H says, holding out his hand.

You shake his hand and smile. "Thank you for this opportunity," you say.

He smiles and walks off. You look at Drew and he has a huge smile on his face.

"I haven't seen ya so happy about something before," he says.

You smile back at your husband and you say, "I'm living my dream because of you, Drew. Thank you."

Drew says, "I just got us here. Yer talent is the reason yer living yer dream."

"You've never seen me in the ring before," you say, giggling.

Your husband says, "I get t'see ya in the ring on Wednesday."

You smile and shake you head, leaving to go to the hotel to get some sleep so you can train all day tomorrow before Wednesday.

***

Wednesday gets here too quickly. You've brought your old gear with you to wrestle in. It's definitely more revealing than you remember.

You stand in your little dressing room and look in the mirror at yourself.

The shorts got tighter and shorter, and the crop top now tightly hugs your chest. Your cleavage is very exposed and you hope to God that you don't have a wardrobe malfunction while in the ring.

Now that you're the princess of Scotland, you have a lot to be conscious about.

Someone knocks on your door as you're tying up your boots. "It's me," Candice says. "Can I come in?"

"Yeah," you say.

The door opens and Candice walks in. She smiles when she sees you in your gear. "Damn, you looked good in the gear then and you look good now," she says. "Anyway, I was thinking. I want to cut a promo before our match tonight. Just a short one. I'll say how a princess shouldn't be in the ring with someone like me and we can go from there."

You nod and finish lacing up your boots. "Sounds good," you say. "I'm assuming that my signing has been a secret?"

Candice nods and says, "Yeah. Drew's being kept out of the crowd until our slot so it doesn't give it away too early that you're here."

Someone calls your name and Candice's name. It's time.

"I've never been so ready to get back in a ring," you say. "Ever since I left, it's been marriage and princess lessons. I'm ready to wrestle again."

Candice smiles as the two of you walk to the backstage area. "You better be," she says.

Several NXT superstars are in the backstage area. The Undisputed Era, Finn Balor, Io Shirai, Timothy Thatcher, Tommaso Ciampa, Rhea Ripley, Johnny Gargano, Indi Hartwell, and Shotzi Blackheart just to name a few.

You stretch out as you wait for your music to hit.

It's been too long since you felt this rush of adrenaline. Before every match and every promo for Ring of Honor, you'd feel a rush of adrenaline to get you pumped up. You last felt this in your last ROH match a few months ago. It's been too damn long.

Candice's music hits and she walks out. You listen to what she says carefully.

"Rumor has it we're in the presence of royalty tonight," Candice says. "Apparently some princess signed with us a few days ago? That's the rumor anyway. I don't think she even deserves to be in an NXT ring."

That's when you're handed a microphone before your music, I Like It Heavy by Halestorm, hits. Of course it's a clean version of the song because this is WWE but it's fine. You're making your entrance for the first time in months.

The crowd loses it as you walk toward the ring in your sparkly red and black gear. You step into the ring.

The music fades out and you're face to face with Candice. She smirks and asks, "Oh, did I hit a nerve, princess?"

You hold your microphone up and say, "I don't deserve to be in an NXT ring?" You scoff. "Please, Candice. I've fought to be here."

Candice says, "You're Scotland's princess. That's the only reason you're here."

These comments are hitting you hard, but you fight through.

"Listen here," you say. "I am a NWA Women's World Champion, a two-time NWA Women's World Tag Team Chanpion, and Impact Knockouts Champion. I deserve to be in this ring for my talent, not by my title."

Candice says, "Then let's go. You're dressed. I'm dressed. Let's get a referee out here."

The crowd cheers and you yell "bring it" into the microphone before throwing it down.

The match begins shortly after. You have Candice in a headlock and you're trying to bring her down onto her knees. She pushes you off of her into the ropes. You bounce off and hit her with a clothesline.

You say, "Oh, look. The princess is the only one still standing."

The crowd laughs and Candice hits the mat before getting up. You're locked in a grapple with her a few seconds later. After a bit of struggling, Candice knees you in the stomach. You cry out and clutch your stomach, falling to your knees. She hits you with a running knee to the jaw, and you sell it well. You fall into your back, knees bent with your feet beneath you.

Candice pulls at your hair to get you up, and the ref warns her of the hair. She says, "Get out of my ring."

You snarl, "Go to hell."

Then you elbow her hard. She backs off you, creating enough space for you to perform a spinning heel kick. She falls but you get her up into your shoulders into a fireman's carry.

You hit the Falcon Arrow on her and go in for the pin.

One. Two. Three. The bell rings and your music blares. The crowd goes insane. You spot Drew in the front row where he would mostly be off camera. He's looking at you in awe as he applauds. You smile as the ref holds your arm up, declaring you the official winner.

***

Days pass by since your match with Candice. It's all you talk about whenever you get the chance. Drew just smiles and listens as you tell him about the rush you felt being back in the ring.

You're driving to your hometown, a little suburb outside of Manhattan. It's been a quiet ride, and that's because Drew is asleep.

Timezones and jet lag have not been your friend during this trip, but it's easier for you to get used to the time change than it is for Drew.

You pull up to your childhood home and tap Drew's shoulder. "Hey, sleeping beauty," you say. "We're here."

He stirs and looks out the window. You smile and he says, "This is yer old house? It's so small."

"I didn't have much," you say. "My parents scrapped together what they could to pay for wrestling school when I was 14 until I was 17. I told myself then that I'd make it in wrestling and I'd pay them back for what they paid for me to go to wrestling school."

Drew looks at you and asks, "Can we go inside?"

You shake your head and say, "It was foreclosed. It belongs to the bank or something. It would be illegal to go in."

Your husband looks back at the house, which has fallen apart with age. It's a one story house. It has one bedroom, a tiny bathroom, and one room that holds the living room, dining room, and kitchen areas.

Drew says, "This while time ya were over here struggling, I was living it up as the prince of Scotland with my rich parents. I used to throw tantrums because they wouldn't get me the newest toy or take me on vacation with them, and your family couldn't afford either."

"We made it through," you say. "My parents live in a beautiful two story house in the nicer part of Manhattan. I paid them back right before I left for Scotland. Every story has a happy ending, Drew."

He smiles a bit and he asks, "Even ours?"

You smile and say, "Especially ours." You lean over the middle console and press a kiss to Drew's cheek. Your lips linger a little too long and he turns his head. You pull back a bit and meet his eyes.

That's when the butterflies flutter in your stomach and your heart races in your chest.

Slowly, both you and Drew lean into each other. Your eyes flicker to the lips you've only kissed twice, once at your wedding and once at a public event right after the wedding.

One of Drew's hands moves and rests on your cheek. You instinctively lean into his soft touch a bit.

Your lips are centimeters away from Drew's. Your noses touch as Drew's other hand moves to cup your other cheek.

"Tell me to stop if ya don't want this," Drew whispers.

You nod a bit and say, "I want this, Drew."

Then his lips brush against yours. A feather light touch. It makes you lean in more because you want more.

Drew guides your lips to his. Your eyes flutter closed as you kiss Drew. Your hands wrap around his wrists as he cups your face.

His facial hair tickles your chin and upper lip as the soft kiss continues.

It's like your first kiss all over again. Your first kiss was at your wedding in front of thousands of people. This one feels different. You never felt butterflies or your heart race when you kissed Drew at your wedding. You do now.

Drew pulls back and looks at you.

"How come ya never kissed me like that at our wedding?" he asks.

You say, "Because I didn't want it then. I wanted it now. I wanted the kiss."

He smiles and pecks your lips one more time before saying, "Show me yer favorite spot."

Giggling, you say, "I can't drive with you holding my face. Hold my hand if you wanna hold something."

Drew smiles and lets your face go. He takes your hand as you drive to your favorite spot.

Your favorite spot, or your safe spot, is a small park. You pull up, and get out.

The sun is setting, and you have a perfect view.

After taking Drew's hand, you walk over to a park bench. You sit down and Drew sits beside you. He wraps an arm around your shoulder as you both watch the sunset.

Drew says, "Ya don't have t'stay if ya don't want."

You look at him and ask, "What are you talking about?"

"In Scotland," he says. "Ya don't have t'stay. Being king isn't that important t'me if it means that ya don't get t'keep wrestling. I saw ya in the ring the other day, and it's all ya talk about. Ya love wrestling, and I don't wanna take that away from ya."

You turn so you're facing him as you say, "I'm happy in Scotland. Yeah, it was hard at first. I had to come to terms with possibly never wrestling again, and I did. Until you surprised me with this trip. I love that you did this for me, and for that, I'll help you become king and I'll be the best damn queen Scotland has ever seen." Drew smiles and you throw your legs over one of his legs.

You continue with, "Plus, I may or may not have fallen for you completely so I'm not going anywhere. Til death do us part, remember?"

There's almost a sparkle in Drew's eyes when you tell him that you might have fallen for him.

Your husband smiles and says, "I, uh, might've fallen for ya completely too."

You smile and lean into Drew. You kiss him slowly and softly. He kisses you back, pulling you closer to him.

The kiss is slow and full of passion. Your heart pounds in your chest as your lips move against Drew's.

Drew pulls back again and he says, "Let's find somewhere t'stay tonight. Do ya have a favorite hotel?"

You nod and say, "Yeah, it's in the city. Let's go."

The two of you get up and head to your favorite hotel.

***

The San Carlos Hotel. It's a cute little hotel, and not over the top fancy. You rent out a suite for the next few days, and they tell you that your stay is on the house because you're royalty. Sometimes being a royal has its perks.

The suite is a one bedroom suite. A full bathroom and walk in closet. Plus a living room area with a couch and a flat screen, and a kitchen.

Drew smiles when you unlock the door. You both walk in and you say, "Home sweet home while we tour New York."

He looks at you and say, "I'm glad ya didn't take the out when I offered it, Y/N. I didn't know ya were happy in Scotland. Honestly, I thought ya were miserable."

Giggling, you walk up to Drew and say, "Scotland is a beautiful country. I'm happy to be its princess, and eventually queen."

Your husband says, "Scotland's beauty is nothing compared to yers, Y/N."

Your cheeks heat up and say, "You are one unbelievably cheesy prince, you know that."

He laughs and says, "I take good pride in that. It's a talent."

Laughing, you begin to unpack. Drew disappears into the living room.

Once you've finished unpacking, you walk over to the window. You cross your arms over your chest and look out over the city that never sleeps.

Cars are still on the road and people are milling around on the sidewalks even though the sun has set.

You smile and keep looking out the window, until a pair of arms wraps around your shoulders. You don't have to look to know it's Drew. You lean back into him.

"I'll miss New York," you admit. "The city is always buzzing. It's the city that never sleeps, you know."

Drew presses a kiss to your temple and he says, "Just because we're gonna be king and queen doesn't mean we can't leave the country. We're not locked down in Scotland when we ascend the throne."

You sigh and say, "I know."

The two of you stand like that. You both look out over the city for several minutes.

Drew asks, "So, I did good?"

Nodding, you look up at Drew. "You did more than good," you say. "This has been the best trip of my life, and I'm glad you're here with me."

Your husband says, "I hope we can actually try at the relationship thing. I have a lot to learn still and-"

You lean up, pressing a soft kiss to Drew's lips to cut him off. He's caught off guard by the kiss but he kisses you back.

After a moment, you pull back and say, "We're gonna try at the relationship thing." You smile. "But I know that you know a decent amount about some parts of a relationship."

Drew says, "I know a lot less than ya think I know."

You turn in his arms and ask, "So if I asked you to, I don't know, take off my clothes, you wouldn't know how to do it?"

His face gets flustered as he stammers, "Well, I, uh, I know how to take off clothes, Y/N."

"I would hope so," you say, teasing him.

Drew smiles and says, "Listen, I don't know much about relationships but I know a lot about the physical parts."

You stare up at Drew and say, "Show me what you know."

"Y/N, we just talked about trying the relationship thing," he says, smiling. "I don't think we're ready for the next step."

A smile forms on your lips as you say, "We've already skipped a step or two. What's one more?"

Drew pushes some hair out of your face before he cups your face. He says, "I wanna do this the right way, Y/N."

You look up at Drew and you say, "There is no right way when we're in this situation."

He laughs softly and says, "Yer not wrong."

Leaning your head up, you say, "So show me what you got."

Drew smiles and leans down, bringing his lips to yours. The kiss is slow at first, full of passion. You wrap your arms around Drew's waist, holding him close to you.

His tongue swipes across your bottom lip, asking for access. You part your lips slightly. His tongue slips into your mouth. You let out a soft sigh into the kiss.

Your heart is racing in your chest at the thought of Drew taking off your clothes. You've seen him without a shirt on, but he's always seen you clothed.

While you're busy thinking, Drew's fingers have started working on the zipper of the jacket you're wearing. He pushes the jacket off of you and you pull away from the kiss.

Your eyes meet Drew's and he asks, "Ya really want this?"

Nodding, you say, "I want this." You untuck the shirt he's wearing from his pants.

Drew smiles and picks you up by your waist. You wrap your legs around his waist as he walks toward the bed. You giggle and wrap your arms around his neck. You take out the hair tie that's keeping his hair in a ponytail.

"I don't want your hair up when we're together," you admit. "I like it down."

Your husband lays you gently on your back on the bed. He looks down at you and says, "Anything for my princess."

You giggle, "So cheesy."

Drew leans down and kisses you. Your fingers slide up into his long locks. One of Drew's hands roams your body over your clothes while you start to unbutton the button up that he's wearing.

Several months ago, you and Drew wouldn't even touch each other. Not even hand-holding. Now, you're underneath him on a bed.

Things have definitely changed for the better over the last few weeks between you and Drew. It feels like euphoria when he kisses you or touches you. You can only imagine how it'll feel when his fingers find their way into your pants or under your shirt.

You're barely able to control yourself as Drew's lips move from yours to your neck. Your eyes flutter closed and you run your fingers through Drew's long locks. His button up now hangs open after you got it unbuttoned.

Drew kisses and nips at the skin on your neck as you push the open button-up off his body. You run your fingers gently up his now bare arms until your hands cup his face. You bring Drew's head up, bringing his face out of your neck. You're breathing a little heavy as you meet Drew's pretty blue eyes.

You lean your head up and press your lips to Drew's hard. One of Drew's hands runs down the side of your body, grazing the side of your breast. You almost shiver with anticipation as Drew's fingers reach the bottom of your t-shirt.

He pulls away from the kiss and looks down at you. You sit up a bit and lift your arms over your head. Drew pulls the t-shirt off of you and discards it somewhere in the room. You're left in just a plain, black bra and pants. You didn't think you'd be doing this or you would have worn a fancier undergarment.

"God," Drew says, eyes wondering over your half naked upper body. Your cheeks get hot as he looks at you underneath him.

He shifts his weight so he's kneeling between your legs. He pulls your hips toward him. You feel the bulge in Drew's pants against your clothed crotch and you gasp slightly. Your husband sits on his heels as he looks at you.

You stare at Drew, waiting anxiously for him to make a move. Your heart racing wildly in your chest.

Drew hooks his fingers into the waistband of your leggings, pulling them off your body slowly. They join your shirt on the hotel floor. He leans down and starts to lightly kiss your belly. You giggle and look down at him. His lips trail up your belly until he reaches the bra you're wearing. He undoes the front clasp and the bra falls open, exposing your breasts to Drew. Your breath hitches as he uses a finger and plays with one of your nipples. He kisses the other breast before sucking on that nipple.

You bite back a moan as you slightly arch your back off the mattress. The hand playing with your nipple moves down your body. Drew's fingers slip into the waistband of your panties and you sigh. You lick your bottom lip as his fingers inch closer to their target.

Your husband's eyes flicker up to your face and he watches for your reaction as two of his fingers run through your slick folds. Your eyes flutter closed and you smile, grasping onto the blankets on the bed.

His fingers tease your clit and you say in a whispered tone, "Don't tease." Drew teases your entrance and you let out a quiet moan.

"That was the prettiest things I've ever heard come from ya're mouth," Drew stares.

You get all flustered and say, "It's not nice to be a tease, Drew."

He presses a light kiss to your jaw and mumbles, "Tell me what ya want, princess."

Almost begging him, you say, "I want to feel your fingers inside me. Please."

Gently, Drew starts to pull off your panties. The fabric is thrown to the floor and you pull off the bra. You're completely naked in front of Drew, and you feel comfortable. You trust that Drew won't do anything to hurt you. He's the kind of man to make sure that you're okay with something before he does it.

Drew runs a finger through your soaked folds before he pushes that finger inside of you. You bite your lip to hold back your moans. Drew's hovering above your naked body. His lips are on your neck again, nipping at the skin and definitely leaving marks.

His finger moves in and out of you. You let your lip go and let out the moans you were holding in. Then Drew adds a second finger. You gasp and moan, "Drew."

"Making ya feel good with just my fingers?" Drew mumbles against your neck.

You nod frantically and say, "I love your finger."

He smirks and says, "I can promise ya that they love ya too."

The speed of his fingers quickens and your hips buck off the bed. You moan his name and a few profanities. A knot forms in your stomach.

You're intoxicated with how Drew is making you feel. You love the feeling of Drew's fingers inside of you. His touch makes you feel euphoric and waves of bliss overcome you with every flick of his wrist.

Your walls clench around Drew's fingers and you cry out, "Drew, I'm about to cum!"

The Scotsman's voice drops a tone and he asks, "Ya gonna cum from my fingers, princess? Do I make ya feel that good?"

Nodding, you desperately say, "I need to cum. Please."

"Go ahead, my love," he says.

Your legs begin to shake as you release all over Drew's fingers. More than you ever have for anyone before. Moans pass your lips as well as Drew's name mixed with profanities. Your breathing is labored as you come down from your high. Drew kisses you as you try to catch your breath.

Your lips move feverishly against his for a few moments before Drew gets back on his knees. You sit up with him between your legs and undo the button on his jeans. You look up at him as you push the dark blue fabric off his body. He's left in his boxer shorts as he sits back. You crawl onto his lap, straddling his huge bulge. You run your fingers down Drew's chest and he looks up at you.

"I have t'get something if we're gonna do this, princess," Drew says, pecking your lips. "Unless ya want to start producing heirs t'the throne right now."

You giggle and say, "Let's wait a year before we start doing that."

He smiles and snakes his way out from under you. You sit on the bed and watch as he grabs a little silver package out of the travel bag. He walks back over to you and you move to the edge of the bed.

You hook your fingers into the waistband of his boxers and pull them down. Drew watches you as his erect member pops out of the boxers. His big, and thick. You swallow a bit and look up at Drew.

He's smirking down at you before ripping the tiny package open and sliding the contents on himself. Drew pushes a piece of hair out of your face and says, "Be a good princess. Get on yer back and spread those beautiful legs for me."

You don't say anything, you just do as your told. You scooch yourself back on the bed and lay on your back. You spread your legs a bit as Drew crawls up to you, hovering over you between your legs. The tip of his member runs through your folds and you sigh.

"I've been missing out on a lot," you admit, looking up at Drew.

Your husband lightly kisses you as he says, "I have a lot t'offer."

Smiling against his lips, you say, "I can see that."

Drew props himself up on his arms, hands on either side of your head. You stare up at him before he asks, "Are ya sure ya want this?"

You nod and say, "I've never wanted anything more."

Then he pushes inside you. You gasp at the small amount of pain you feel before it goes away, turning to pleasure. He thrusts slowly into you, moving deeper every few movements. His length starts to fill you little by little. You're a moaning mess beneath Drew, nails raking up and down his back.

When he's fully inside you and you're adjusted, his hips speed up. He starts thrusting harder into you. Grunts leave his lips as moans leave yours. You wrap your legs around his waist so he has better access.

"Oh, fuck," you cry out. "Don't stop, Drew. Oh, faster. Please."

He listens to your wishes and he moves faster. He leans down and brushes his lips against yours. You lean your head up for the kiss and he pulls back slightly. You chase his lips and they barely touch his.

The tip of Drew's member finds your g-spot and you cry out. That's when he knows he's found the target, and he moves faster. His member slams into your g-spot over and over again. You scream out his name mixed with profanities several times as he fucks you into the mattress.

The same knot from earlier forms in your stomach as Drew builds you up to a second orgasm.

Drew's finally kissing you. Your lips move against his breathlessly and your nails dig into his sides. He twitches inside of you and you mumble, "I'm about to cum, baby."

"Me too," Drew says. "Together."

You nod. He moves a few more times before you both cum at the same time. You around him and him into the condom.

Drew kisses you messily as you both ride out your highs. Your hands are on his face as you messily make out with him.

He pulls out of you and pulls back from the kiss. You whine a bit as he ties off the condom, throwing it away. Drew helps you under the comforter before joining you. Drew spoons you from behind with one of his arms draped over you. You hold his hand as you press your back to his chest.

Both your breathing and Drew's breathing have returned to normal. He leaves soft kisses on your shoulder and a smile is on you lips.

"That was amazing," you say. "I really could've had that the entire time instead of fighting with you."

Drew lets out a breathy laugh and says, "I should've just talked to ya about everything sooner. We could'a done that a long time ago."

You giggle and say, "Now that we have done that, I don't know how long I can go before we do that again."

Your husband says, "Whenever ya want, princess. Hell, if ya wanted another go then I wouldn't say no."

Looking back at Drew, you say, "Calm down. You just made me cum twice within several minutes. I need some time."

Drew smiles and says, "Of course. Were ya seriously about that waiting a year before we start trying for a baby?"

"Of course I was," you say, turning and facing Drew. "I would love to have a baby with you, but I want to make sure that it's something we both want. I'm ten year younger than you, Drew. We have some time."

Your husband smiles wide and kisses you. "I am so in love with ya, princess," Drew coos against your lips.

"I'm so in love with you too, Drew," you respond.

Months ago, you hated the thought of marrying Drew just for him to become king. You never even wore your rings behind closed doors. Now, it's changed into something more. An actual relationship where you love Drew and he loves you.

That's all you hoped for when you said 'I do' to the prince of Scotland.

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timebuzzer · 3 years

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Ever After Chapter 15.4

Disclaimer: MATURE CONTENT AHEAD. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. SKIP IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH THIS KIND OF CONTENT.

This is Sage and Alex again, okay? They are married and on HONEYMOON. Don't forget that. AND this is just a product of our imagination. Play the music to add feels? Hahahaha! Enjoy?

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"And anywhere." He utters against the skin on her neck as he tightens his arms around her waist.

"Your smell was so inviting." He whispered, soothing the area with his tongue and a kiss. Unconsciously, she began to shift closer to him, angling herself to give him more access to continue.

Sage's eyes glistened mischievously. She was too lost in the moment with her eyes wistfully closed as he trailed light, soft, and open-mouthed kisses onto her neck, beginning from the back of her ears, down the sides of her throat, and to her shoulder blades.

"You smell so intoxicating as always, Love." He whispered into her ear, his warm breath tickling it, which made her shiver and clutch his arm.

She gasped when he bit the area where her neck met her shoulders, feeling him suckle that sweet spot he's so accustomed to now. She let out a small whimper when he kissed the spot and nipped it again, creating a mark. "Sage, the mosquito is at it again", she thought.

His lips brushed against the sensitive area, "You really do..." His feather-soft lips were teasing her. She was growing dizzy and could barely hold up her own body. Her legs wobbled, but his firm arms held her in place. His torturous seduction was doing things to her that she did not know was possible.

She gasped when his hands left her waist and cupped her bosom without warning, squeezing. Her body melted and her knees gave out even if she was still wearing her satin robe but he held her up. He moved his lips higher up and settled on the side of her neck, lavishing the area with his attention. She let out a quiet, pleased moan, his fingers digging against her robe.

He turned her around and she automatically pressed her body against his chest. His pupils dilated when he felt every curve of her body beneath her clothes. He was supposed to be seducing her, but he felt it was the other way around, and she was doing it effortlessly. "More." She whispered, standing on her tippy-toes, wanting a kiss.

He bent his head as if he was about to kiss her lips. But he didn't. His lips landed on her forehead, her eyes, her nose, and on her cheek, trailing a path to the edge of her soft lips. She was going insane, her hands traveling up his chest and clutching his shoulders.

"No." She sharply breathed in when he squeezed her behind, drawing her closer. He was not playing fair and he knew it too. A devilish smirk was on his face when she attempted to move her face for a kiss, but he moved his mouth first. She groaned in a protest.

After seeing how much she wanted him, he crashed his lips onto hers, one hand traveling behind her neck to angle it better. Their lips feverishly met in a passionate, lustful kiss. She moaned against his mouth, opening her lips for his tongue to dive in and explore every nook and cranny. He pulled back to let her breathe and continued to kiss her closed eyelids, starting from the left to the right. He then peppered her face with gentle kisses as her hands tugged at the ends of his hair. She was driving him equally crazy. He wanted her, every part of him did, but this time he is going to take his time.

Sage remained still for a while but the next second he moved, he untangled the satin robe slowly, letting his fingers trail on her slightly exposed milky skin, sending shivers down Alex’s spine, as the robe was now partly revealing her body, As if she wasn't already aware of his touch, he followed it with warm kisses, starting from her neck moving towards her back and straight down to her waist. As he kissed the base of her spine, he undid the silky cloth off while staring deeply into her eyes and a second later, her robe fell with a soft swoosh, revealing a pair of black lacy lingerie.

The moment he saw her almost naked skin, he sucked in a breath, trying to control his raging little friend. Alex was more comfortable with her pajamas. She had a few pairs of satin lingeries but she rarely wears those and Sage knows that. But when she does, Sage would always lose his mind. However, tonight is an exception because it is a sheer black lace paired with lacy underwear for Pete's sake. Sage could clearly see what's underneath, her white as snow skin and her pink rose ready for him.

This is actually one of Paris' belated bridal shower gift. Alex never knew that the time would come and she would wear these kinds of revealing clothes. But there would never be another night like this again so she would take this opportunity to show her husband just how much she would be willing to offer herself to him and only him.

Sage slightly moved away from her to fully ogle at his wife. He gave her a lingering gaze from top to toe, which made Alex feel slightly embarrassed at being half-naked in front of him but this paled in comparison to her desire to be one with her him.

Alex stared at him seductively, as if noticing his burning desire, and looked at him with her pure, clear eyes. But she decided to break the staring contest and look away as she could not rival his intense burning gaze.

Sage moved closer and touched the tiny bow design in the middle of her chest. His fingertips then moved to slowly trace from the bow of her lingerie to the skin between her bosom, up to her chin, tilting it that made her meet his brown eyes burning with desire.

She felt her heart skip a beat when he gently smiled, "I believe I haven't complimented you enough." He murmured, "They're beautiful." She thought he was referring to her breasts or the lingerie itself, but he was staring at something else, he was staring at her. "I used to own a telescope when I was younger," He leaned in and kissed each of her eyelids, "Yet, none of the stars I've seen in my life could ever rival you. I love every bit of you. I can't seem to fathom how vast these feelings are but I know that losing you will be the death of me, both literally and figuratively, Alex Lee."

Alex's heart pounded against her chest, warming up at his words. His hands then trailed up to her face, his fingers touching every inch of her features until they brushed against her lips. "You never fail to leave me breathless, as always. Thank you..."

As she could no longer contain his words, she then leaned forward and wrapped her arms around his neck before she planted a soft kiss on his lips. Then her hands went down to the hem of his shirt, underneath it, touching his well-sculpted abs.

After that tease his wife just did, Sage burnt from the contact of her delicate fingers on his skin. He then slowly removed his shirt, revealing his perfectly sculpted torso while his eyes were glued to her as she also moved her gaze to his grandeur. Alex would never get tired of admiring his physique. She has seen a lot of men'ss bodies on magazines, TV, or movies, but none could rival his. He was just so well-built, lean, and muscular... It screams perfection that she felt the fire of desire ignite within her.

He gazed at Alex as if asking her for permission to continue what they've started earlier and she answered him by pulling his head down to her so she could devour his lips. It wasn't long before a moan escaped from her as Sage’s hand roamed all over her body. His movements were gentle, almost too slow to caress her like he had all the time in the world.

His hand then wandered down below, to confirm if she was ready for him. His finger graced over her lacy underwear and he was delighted to know that she was excited and he loved it.

However, knowing how long their day had been, Sage didn't want to lose control this time. He wanted to savor this night and he planned to take her slow, gentle.

Sage then led her to the pool in all his grandeur. “Let's try the pool, Love. Want to join me?” He then removed his shorts revealing his gray underwear concealing his on high alert ‘friend’ as he looked at his half-naked wife, teasing her as he dipped into the pool.

As he enjoyed the water, he looked back, expecting to see her follow his suit but found her still standing in the same position he left her beside the pool, looking hesitant and problematic. Alex was contemplating. She was wearing lingerie, as she thought they would go inside after their wine night. If she only knew that he has plans of swimming, she could have just worn a swimsuit underneath.

"But I'm not wearing a swimsuit...You could have said that you have plans of night swimming beforehand." She scoffed at him while crossing her arms on her chest.

“So am I. Come here now, Love. It’s just us here. We set our own rules." He called out. His voice, his gaze, everything about him was hypnotic. He was bewitching her again.

Alex swallowed. The lights around the pool glowed yellow and the atmosphere here felt different at night. It was like it was more romantic than during the day but Alex could tell it was mainly because of the presence of that alluring perfect creature right there.

"I believe you, okay? I know I am beautiful because you are head over heels with me," she told him and when Sage smiled, she immediately stuck her tongue out then let go. She turned and was about to go back to her spot when Sage’s hands wrapped around her tiny waist and pulled her into his embrace, trapping her between his legs.

The first thing Alex felt was his hardness onto her stomach and her face burned. "I'm glad you know that I am head over heels with you. I thought I need to show it to you again." Sage whispered in her ear.

His hands slipped gently teasing her smooth skin, brushing against the edges of her exposed hips before it slowly inched upwards. Her body tensed up in anticipation, waiting for him to do something, but he didn't. Just as she had tortured him before, he was going to do the same.

She let out a soft, contented sigh when his lips inched along her jaw, then dipped down to the spot where her shoulder met her neck, his favorite spot as always. Her fingers entwined into his silky locks, her hips subconsciously moving closer to him, wanting more of him again.

"Are you going to torture me all night?" She asked him, watching as his hands trail down her sides. She shivered at his touch, her body wanting and waiting. He just chuckled upon hearing that his little wife is growing impatient already.

Alex yelped when Sage suddenly scooped her to level with him. She wrapped her arms onto his neck, and her legs onto his waist, instinctively. The water in the pool seemed to become warmer.

He teasingly nipped the most sensitive part of her neck as he squeezes her behind, causing her back to arch, holding onto him. "You're such a tease…" She whispered when he didn't kiss the spot she desperately wanted his lips on.

"Now you know how I feel." He hummed against her skin, his hands exploring over her body. Everywhere he touched ignited her skin. He was taking his own sweet time with her and she knew it too. She trailed off, eyes closing when he began to show her collarbone attention.

They continued the teasing game as Sage moved towards the stairs of the pool and sat there, half of their bodies were still submerged in the water. Alex is now straddling on him. His rough hands on her behind slowly moved upwards to catch her twin peaches softly. Alex bit her lips, suppressing her moan, as she felt the heat from his palms on top of the lace material. He played with her peaches, the lace material against her peaks added sensation that hardened his member, even more, wanting its release. His skillful tongue and hands did wonder to her heating body, including his "friend" that is greeting hers, making her lower region aching a bit.

However, her eyes opened when his hands left her body. "I believe we should take this off." He told her while resting his fingers at the edges of her lacy brassiere. Then he trailed kisses on the blades of her left shoulder, making the strap of her lingerie fell off the sides. He did the same to her right shoulder making the "covering" on her bosom loose, his eyes burning with desire. When he can't take it anymore, he pulled the lingerie up then threw it to the side while his onyx eyes were dripping with lust. He kissed her lips as he continued playing with her peaches directly.

"Can we do it here, Love? Under the starry night," he whispered against her lips with his now husky voice, his hands not stopping from doing their delicious magic, which is now going south.

"B-but… we're outside, ah… not here, Sage…" Alex's tiny bit of reason returned and suddenly felt shy. Not because of her husband, but with the thought that they would do it here, under the moon, the stars. They never tried this before, outdoor.

Sage’s hands, one on her behind squeezed it while the other one busy teasing her sensitive lips making her let out a cute moan. "I'll dim the lights if you want. No one is around here to see us. I wouldn't even dare to let anyone else see your sexy body, this is for myself alone..." He negotiated while his hands continued doing magic on her body. "Consider it logged in our little book of adventures, shall we?"

Alex's mind is getting hazy with his touches that with just one plea, Alex gave in and nodded at him.

Sage smiled. His “friend” began rubbing her down there, on that sensitive spot. The friction from their underwear played havoc on both of them.

He began sucking her lips and she responded, wilder than ever. His wife was beginning to make a move on her own and he loved it, so damn much. Her fingers were tugging his hair as she pulled him closer. Sage wanted it slow but he can't seem to get enough of her that he started increasing his pace as he leaned his forehead with hers with eyes closed.

She pressed a hand to her mouth to suppress her moans. He didn't like that. "Don't bite your lips, Love, moan for me. Don't restrain it. Besides, the butler said the next occupied villa is 5 villas away from us. So we are alone in this villa, no one can hear any sound we make." he uttered and Alex obeyed. She stopped biting her lips and let out soft, yet cute and seductive moans he would never get tired of hearing.

Alex was feeling overwhelmed. She hardly recognized herself. His touch and everything he did to her body felt too good. Every time they got lost in each other's arms, everything in the world just disappeared. No thoughts, no worries, just them, feeling each other and becoming one whole soul.

But he was not going to enter her just yet.

"Sage…" Alex started calling out his name. She felt him become hard against her and the pleasure that she had felt a while ago was starting to resume again.

"Do you want us to continue?" Sage asked her.

Alex’s eyes wandered and in the end, she meekly nodded. She was embarrassed but her body and heart wanted him too. And she thought there was no reason for her not to want it or to hide her want for it.

She saw Sage’s eyes glimmer the moment she nodded and she blushed again. Then his lips went back onto her mouth, capturing it in a gentle kiss. He was slow and sensual, lazily kissing her, allowing her to drown in his seduction. Before realizing it, Sage scooped her into his arms again while their lips never parted.

"I've changed my mind. Let's just continue exploring the outside world during day time. It's getting cold now." He explained. But before she could say anything, "Don't celebrate yet, wife. We are not yet done. Not even starting to collect my dues." He said mischievously as he led her to the en-suite bathroom.

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Pairing: Demon Yoongi×Reader

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-(Mɪɴ Yᴏᴏɴɢɪ- Dᴇᴍᴏɴ)-

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You stared at your thighs, your fingers clenching around the thin lace that covered your body. The room was dark apart from the moonlight that shone from the windows, your eyes constantly going over the black mark on your wrist.

It wasn't just any mark though. Only those who were chosen by demons had it. And you had a bigger and more prominent mark. Because you weren't just chosen by any demon. You were chosen by Min Yoongi, one of the two sons of the present high lord who ruled the world. He went by the name Asmodeus all around the world.

The world that was once under humans had now become a feeding ground for demons. They ruled the world, all countries having their own demon kings. But Min Yoongi?

He was the future high lord, the king of all demons. And to become a king, he needed a queen. A human queen so that humans didn't rebel against the king's rule. You didn't know how you ended up here but all you knew was that the black ink on your wrist had been there since you were 13.

You still recalled how you were wandering around the dark forest, collecting all kinds of flowers and stones that caught your eye even if it was forbidden for humans to enter the woods after dark.

That's when you had met him, the pale skinned man with piercing black eyes who stood at a distance and stared at you while you struggled to pick a flower which was situated deep in the bushes. He approached you slowly, making sure you had his attention when he spoke.

"What are you doing here in the forest, little one? You should be at home." His gentle voice had you staring at him in curiosity.

"I will do what I want. Being at home is boring anyway." You retorted, crossing your arms and glaring at the flower that was too stubborn to come to you. You heard the man chuckle, the sound resonating in the stretch of the woods.

"Brave thing, aren't you? Do you know who you're talking to?" He asked, tilting his head to the side and bending down to your eye level. You narrowed your eyes, goosebumps rising on your skin when you saw his black eyes. They were completely black, unlike yours. But they were pretty. As pretty as a deer's.

"I don't know who you are. I just want that flower." You stated, pointing at the black rose that held a certain sparkle to it. The man turned his head to see what you were pointing at. He immediately shook his head at you. "That flower isn't just any flower, little one. If I give that to you, you will be indebted to me." He answered making you frown in confusion.

"What does that mean?" You questioned, your lips pouting in disappointment. He smiled, pausing for a moment before answering.

"It means you will have to fulfill a wish of mine. Will you do that?" He asked in response, making you nod your head furiously. You didn't know that the black rose was gonna bind you to him. It was sacred in the demon realm and they brought it with them. If you accepted it from the hands of a demon, it meant that you were willing to sell your soul to him.

The black eyed man flicked his wrist, sending black smoke in the direction of the rose. You gaped in awe as the rose came off it's stem and towards you, held by nothing but the smoke. Before the rose could reach you, the man held it in his own hands.

"Don't forget your promise to me, little one. I'll come for you someday." He said, handing you the rose. You grinned at him, squealing in excitement when you held the rose in your hands.

And that's how you had sealed your fate. The man's face was a blur to you but you knew it was him when he appeared at your doorstep on the day of the choosing.

You had taken the sacred rose from the hands of Min Yoongi, the demon prince at that time. He had chosen you to be with him.

The door to the big lavish room opened, revealing your to-be husband walking inside with a delightful smirk on his lips. His eyes danced over your body, humming on seeing the white lace that barely covered you. It showed off your skin but this was what you were given to wear.

"Are you ready to fulfill my wish, petal?" He cooed, placing his knees on the bed as he crawled to you. Your breathing grew heavy, your cheeks heating up as you looked away. A soft gasp escaped your lips when he placed a finger on your chin, turning your face to look at you.

You hesitantly looked at his eyes, noticing that they weren't completely black anymore. His hot breath fanned your lips, his other hand snaking around your waist and pulling you into his lap. "Answer me, petal. Let me hear your pretty voice." He said, caressing your cheek as gently as he could. His touch had you clenching your legs together, your body burning with want. "Yes.." you replied, a hushed whisper making its way to his ear.

His eyes darkened in response, the same eyes that you had seen when you first met him. He brushed his lips against yours, making you close your eyes immediately as you clenched your fists by your side. He seemed to notice, his hands now holding yours and placing them around his neck.

"You and I will be one after tonight, petal. Inseparable and together for eternity." He purred, pushing the straps of your lace gown down your shoulders as he laid you down on the plush bed.

After a night of sweet whimpers and moans, your life had become his. Your soul had become his and you had become his. Inseparable, as he called it. But nothing could have prepared you for what was coming.

The next day was his coronation, the high king had finally stepped down after 1000 years of being a royal. You had been dolled up by all the human maidens in the palace, a silk black gown adorning your curves. You were on your way to the ceremony when you heard his voice from within a room nearby. It was Yoongi's voice. You'd recognise it anywhere now.

"She's just a silly mortal. One that I'd gladly give away once I've been crowned."

Your eyes burned with rage and tears. Your heart that had thought Yoongi was going to love you for your entire life felt betrayed to no extent. Since the moment you met him, he had haunted you in your dreams, talking to you and making you warm up to him. He made you devote yourself to him, just to break it all in a second.

With a choked sob, you held your gown and raced down the corridors, ignoring the looks that were thrown your way. You locked yourself in a strange room situated at the corner of the palace. It seemed like an attic with all the dusty furniture and bookshelves.

You pushed yourself against a wall and cried your heart out, concluding that you couldn't stay here. So you waited until you heard the emptiness in the corridors, the indication that everyone had gathered in the ceremony hall for the coronation. And when you were sure that there was no one around, you ran outside the gates, glancing behind you just once to see if anyone was coming to find you.

Your steps faltered when you saw him staring at you from a window. Your vision was blurry but you could make out his blank eyes piercing through you. Your heart was in your throat, your eyes widening when you heard him in your mind.

"Come back, Y/N. We can talk about this."

So demons can talk to their chosen ones telepathically? Interesting. You found yourself shaking your head, wiping away your tears furiously.

"Never." You answered, bunching up your gown again and turning around to run far far away from him. You didn't turn back to look at him. You didn't want to. His voice kept echoing in your mind, your tears continuously falling as you ran to wherever your feet took you.

You hated him.

You'll always hate him.

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Six months and Yoongi didn't leave you alone for a second. Every demon's throat you slashed, his voice was there to make you think twice. If it wasn't for Jimin then you would have surely ran back to him.

You pushed open the door to your dainty cottage, the warm air greeting you as you quickly pushed the heavy coat off your shoulders. The door closed behind you, the snowy wind stirring up a storm outside. The weather was acting up for sure. You hissed and looked down at your collarbone, not being able to look at your torn black shirt. There was a deep wound etched into your skin, blood seeping down into your clothes. You had no idea how you made it back home without passing out. Your chest heaved as you plopped down on the couch, wincing and cursing at the demon who attacked you. As if things couldn't get worse, the black mark on your wrist began to burn, sending you into a spiral of whimpers and cries.

You weren't oblivious to this, the mark on your wrist burned almost always. But it intensified whenever another demon was in your vicinity. Jimin told you that it burned all the time because you had rejected your soulmate. It made sense. Mates were supposed to be emotionally and physically attached. Unfortunately for you, you had let Yoongi claim you physically. Good thing you didn't marry him otherwise, you would have probably gone insane by now.

Jimin knew every single thing about demons. He took you in when you were roaming the streets in search of a place where Yoongi couldn't find you. Jimin had been a demon slayer since a long time, finding solace in killing them as revenge for his family's death. He understood you and your heartbreak, giving you his shoulder to cry on when you needed it. He protected you from anything and everything, never giving you a chance to complain. This time, you were just unlucky that you had decided to go and buy more supplies all alone.

"Jimin?" You cried out, looking around the house for any signs of him being home. The day wasn't in your favour at all, first being attacked by a demon and then this stupid mark. You were scared that there was someone else in the house because if that was the case, then you were dead. The loss of blood was making you dizzy and you didn't think you'd be able to stay up longer. Heavy footsteps padded through the house, Jimin's panicked face coming into view. You sighed in relief, drowning away all the negative thoughts at the sight. He looked okay, apart from the concern lacing his features which was probably for you.

Jimin's eyes fell on the gash on your collarbone, his feet immediately dragging him towards the cabinet at the end of the hallway. "I told you to let me come with you!" He bellowed, making you wince. You couldn't blame him for worrying about you. You were a very clumsy person and sometimes felt like you were a burden on Jimin. He was constantly trying to keep you safe, leaving himself out in the process. This only made you guilty.

Jimin sat down beside you, placing a bottle of rubbing alcohol on the table along with various other things. He tore the remaining piece of cloth and tossed it to the ground, your cheeks heating up at your exposed shoulder. You bit your lip and looked down, craning your neck to the side and wincing when you stretched the injured skin a little.

Jimin inspected the bloody cut, shaking his head in disappointment. "I'm gonna have to stitch it up. I'm surprised you even came back safely." He stated, his voice soft but firm. You sighed, nodding your head and sitting back comfortably.

Your eyes closed on their own accord, your eyebrows twitching at the feel of Jimin's eyes on you. As much as you wanted to sleep the pain off, you couldn't. The process of cleaning up your wound was a little more painful. You were hissing every time Jimin touched your skin.

Stupid demon.

"I don't know if you have noticed but recently we have been getting too many demons on our tail." You begrudgingly opened your eyes, frowning at Jimin. He was right and you knew that. This past month had been harder for you both, dealing with a demon almost every day. It was as if they were on the lookout for you. If that was true then you wouldn't be too surprised. Of course, the demon community was mad at you for killing their kind without any mercy. But could you really do anything? They barely treated your kind like humans so why should you be the one to let them off the hook?

You're killing them only because your hatred for Min Yoongi is greater than your love for humans.

You scowled at your conscience for speaking like that. Truth was definitely bitter. You just wanted to show Yoongi that you could survive without him. "I noticed but I don't think there's anything we can do." You replied, your voice shaky due to how weak you felt.

Jimin dabbed the alcohol drenched cloth on your skin, trying to get all the blood away before picking up the surgical needle. "It's not a coincidence, Y/N. Lucifer has been sending people out to hunt us. He's trying to get us to stop and in return, he is killing five humans every day."

Your breath hitched at Jimin's words. Lucifer? As in...Jeon Jungkook?

You pursed your lips, ignoring the dull ache in your heart. Your wrist continued to throb but it was better, nothing too unbearable. Your mind raced with thoughts, theorising your own assumptions. Jungkook was Yoongi's brother, you knew that very well. They both had different mothers, unfortunately competing for the throne. The high king had laid down a condition, that whichever brother found his mate first would get to take the throne. That day when you ran away, you took away Yoongi's chance of being the high king. It was a little sad but you weren't too bothered, considering that he was only using you.

"What do we do then?" You asked in a hushed whisper, a sudden chill running down your spine. A very cold feeling washed over you, strangely not making you feel uncomfortable. Your heart started beating faster, your wrist burning once again. Jimin bit the inside of his cheek, looking at you to make sure that you were stable enough to listen to what he had to say. He didn't want you to lash out on him. This was the only way to stop the killing of innocent humans who were dying because of you and him.

"We...we need to go to the palace and make sure that... Jungkook doesn't get the throne. It's rumoured that he has found his mate."

You visibly stopped breathing, your eyes frozen on Jimin's face, trying to see if he was joking. At least that's what you were hoping for. Jimin's eyes were dark with no traces of this being a playful suggestion. He was dead serious and you felt your heart sink. The thought of going back to him was traumatising. You didn't even want to see him again, his face only fuelled the anger within you.

You know that's a lie.

You swallowed thickly, your throat closing in and making you feel like you were breathless. "No.." you mumbled, shaking your head furiously. Jimin's eyes softened, his hands holding yours gently and squeezing them. He leaned closer to you, preparing to give you the most convincing speech ever. Because that's who Jimin was. The righteous human who saved his kind from the wrath of demons.

"Y/N listen to me. We need-". You yanked your hands out from his and stood up, taking steps backwards until you were out of his reach. At this point, you didn't want to listen to anything he wanted to say. There was nothing that could convince you. Not now. Not ever. Jimin tried to talk again, gesturing to your open wound and requesting you to sit down but you continued to shake your head, sniffling and mumbling 'no' again and again.

"No! There's nothing you can say that will make me wanna go back there. He lives there, Jimin. And I hate him. I'll never give him the satisfaction of using me to get whatever he wishes. I've been dying inside every day. All because of him."

"And I'm sorry for that."

Your heart stopped, your mind clicking on all the reasons why you felt so cold. You immediately turned around, your eyes meeting his. The sigil on your wrist became numb, no more burning. And you concluded that it was because he was here, right in front of you. He looked better than you saw him last, his hair black and shiny and his lips pink and plump. He wore a black turtle neck along with an overcoat, his hands tucked into its pockets. His eyes, that you remembered to be emotionless, were showing you just how sorry he was.

Betrayal. That was all you could think about. And the next thing you knew, you were facing Jimin with your fists clenched and your teeth grinding. "You let him in. Why?" Your voice was firm, surprisingly because you were on the verge of crying. The man who you were in love with was standing before you while you pretended to hate him. But the truth was, you'd never be able to bring yourself to hate him as much as you wanted to.

Jimin closed his eyes, rubbing the bridge of his nose before looking at you with a tired expression. He placed his hands on your shoulders and you sensed a terrifying energy in the room, your eyes glancing at Yoongi who was eyeing Jimin's hands. Jimin was careful not to touch your wound, the burning pain heating up your skin. Your head began to spin uncontrollably and you could tell you were going to faint very soon. Maybe you should have gotten yourself treated first. "Y/N, I know you don't like this idea but this is the only way to stop Jungkook. Please."

Your lips quivered, your head throbbing as you swayed a little on the spot. Jimin's eyes widened and he helped you sit down on the couch, catching on to your weakness. Yoongi was right behind you, his hands itching to yank Jimin away from you but he couldn't. So many misunderstandings but you didn't even want to listen to him. Your eyes began closing, your body going limp as sweat beaded on your forehead.

"He's a monster. Don't make me love him again."

Yoongi's fists clenched, his body frozen on the spot as he watched you faint. The cut on your neck was fresh and heavily bleeding. Yoongi had somehow convinced Jimin to help take down Jungkook but you were stubborn. He didn't blame you though. It was his fault for not prognosticating jungkook's intentions. Jimin looked up at Yoongi, his eyes filled with questions about the future. What now?

"I'll convince her." Yoongi muttered, making Jimin nod sternly.

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The long corridor stretched out in front of you, taunting you with the memories from the day Yoongi was going to be crowned. You couldn't tell if this was real or not but the fuzzy darkness in your eyes told you that this was a vision. As if someone was trying to show you something. You found yourself growing angry, knowing that this was all Yoongi. Suddenly you started moving towards the room from inside which you had heard Yoongi's voice, your eyes meeting his but it seemed as if he couldn't see you. You realised that you weren't really there, you weren't in control of anything. Yoongi's dark eyes stared blankly at the wall before him, his hip resting against the edge of a huge table. The noise of footsteps made you turn your head to the door, your own body coming into view. You saw yourself all dressed up, halting beside the room just as Yoongi began to talk.

"She's just a silly mortal. One that I'd gladly give away once I've been crowned."

You saw the horror stricken expression on your face, reminding you of the pain you had felt in your chest. And just like that, you were gone, your sight turning back to Yoongi who was suddenly grinning. Something wasn't right. Yoongi seemed too robotic and besides, why was he talking to himself? You sensed your own fear when his face morphed into someone else, his soft features being replaced by a much sharper jawline and big doe eyes. Jungkook.

You watched him walk towards the door, his head peeking outside at your running figure. "Poor brother. Looks like you aren't gonna be crowned today." You heard him say, a devious chuckled leaving his lips and you found it replaying in your mind like a record player. What had you done?

Your eyes opened all of a sudden, your chest heaving as you stared at the ceiling of your bedroom. Your cheeks were wet, you could feel that but your worries were worse than that. You rejected your mate and on the basis of what? A string of words you heard. That weren't even said by him.

"Please tell me you don't hate me anymore."

Your breath hitched, your eyes looking at him as he stood near your bed. You swallowed thickly, pushing yourself up and resting against the pillows. Jimin wasn't here. At least not in the room. You noticed that your collar didn't hurt anymore, your fingers carefully tracing your skin to find nothing there. The wound was gone.

"How do I believe that whatever I saw was true?" You enquired, bunching up the blanket in your fingers. The bed dipped beside you, Yoongi's hand holding yours in it. You felt a rush of cold energy, your body suddenly aching to be touched by him. He still made you feel all hot and bothered. He placed a finger under your chin, pushing your face up so that you'd look at him. You saw the way his eyes held so much love in them, tears springing to your eyes at the thought of you having deprived yourself of what could have been a happy life.

"Why would I want to lose the one thing that means the world to me?" On the outside, it might have seemed like Yoongi's words were sincere. They were sincere, really. But the meaning was a little more deeper than you could comprehend. When Yoongi saw the convinced look on your face, he pressed his lips against yours, laughing mentally at the thought of his poor brother who was soon gonna die. This is what he wanted. This was a competition, after all. A competition, not for the throne but for who finds love first and Yoongi couldn't wait to watch Jungkook lose.

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